The Faded Ruin
The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s was ringing, not for a service, but for a warning. It was a harsh, iron sound that tore through the damp morning air of Oakhaven, a small town that had been dying slowly since the mills closed, but was now being killed quickly by the Order. Elias Thorne stood in the nave, his hands trembling slightly as he held a brass compass that had not pointed north for...
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