The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The porcelain cup sat in the center of the high table, cracked down the middle but still holding its shape, bound together by a thin, dark line that looked less like repair and more like a scar. Sir Alistair, the Keeper of the Court’s Memory, sat before it in the dim light of the archive, his hands resting on his knees. They were hands that had copied ten thousand scrolls, hands that knew the...

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