The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain falls not as water, but as a fine, grey dust that settles into the creases of your skin, a particulate silence that coats the tongue with the taste of iron and old stone. You stand at the threshold of the Grand Hall, a vast, cathedral-like chamber where the air is thick with the scent of damp velvet and the slow, rotting sweetness of decay. It is a place of power, or was, in the time...

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