The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The morning light in the Grand Refectory of the Order of the Silent Tongue did not so much enter the space as it permeated the stone, a cold, pale fluid that washed over the rows of long, scarred oak tables and settled into the marrow of every man who sat there, binding them to the floor with a gravity that felt less like physics and more like a moral debt paid in advance, and at the head of...

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