The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the Hall of Echoes did not smell of dust or decay, but of ozone and burnt sugar, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of the throat like a secret that refused to be spoken, and Commander Elias Thorne stood before the Grand Mirror, his uniform immaculate and white, the fabric so tight against his chest it felt less like cloth and more like a second skin waiting to split, while...

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