The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The stone bit into his knuckles. Cold. Wet. Alive. Elias struck again. The mace was heavy. A leaden weight in his hand. It swung in a wide, tired arc. The air was thick with the smell of wet dust and old iron. He did not see the face. He saw only the uniform. Grey. Featureless. The same grey as the sky above the Citadel. The same grey as the walls that swallowed the sun. He was the Warden of...

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