The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the Citadel into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gray sky above. I stood at the threshold of the Great Hall, my boots caked in the mud of the lower city, watching the water drip from the eaves in a steady, rhythmic hiss. Inside, the air was stale, thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, a smell that clung to...

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