The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The road was grey. The sky was grey. The man was grey. His name was Silas. He wore a coat of rough wool. It smelled of damp stone. He walked north. The air bit his face. He did not flinch. His boots were heavy. They clanked on the cobblestones. The sound was a rhythm. It was the only sound. The town of Oakhaven lay ahead. It was not a town of joy. It was a town of order. The buildings were...

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