The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

You hold the brass seal in your palm. The metal is cold, worn smooth by the grip of a hundred hands before yours. It is not a weapon, but in the gilded halls of the Ministry, it is the only thing that matters. The impression it leaves on the wax is your identity. Without it, you are no one. With it, you are the law. The air in the antechamber is thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper....

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