The Faded Ruin
The bell did not ring; it screamed. It was a sound that tore through the velvet silence of the High Court, a shriek of iron against iron that vibrated in the marrow of my bones. I stood in the center of the black marble floor, my hands bound behind my back with chains that felt less like metal and more like cold, living vines. My name is Elara, though the court records listed me as Subject 7, a...
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