The Faded Ruin
The bell tolled not for the hour, but for the end of the world, or so it seemed to Elara Vance as she stood in the center of the Grand Atrium of the Citadel. The sound was a physical weight, a dull thud against her ribs that mirrored the frantic, irregular hammering of her own heart. Dust motes danced in the shafts of pale, dying light that pierced the high, arched windows, suspended in the air...
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