The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream was always the same. It smelled of wet ash and iron. Elara stood in a field that stretched into a gray, infinite fog. The sky was the color of a bruise. She could feel the eyes of the crowd, though she could not see them. They were not angry. They were hungry. In the dream, she held a vial of clear liquid. It pulsed like a heart. When she opened it, the fog turned to dust, and the...

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