The Faded Ruin
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower district into slick mirrors of the dying city. Elias Vane stood on the edge of the ramparts, his back to the massive iron doors that separated his world from the chaotic sprawl beyond. He was a man of few words and precise movements, a craftsman of the old order who had spent his life...
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