The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The banquet hall of the Aethelgard Spire did not smell of roasted boar or spiced wine, but of ozone and old, dry stone, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a guilty secret. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the head of the long table, his hands resting on the polished surface, though his eyes were fixed not on the guests, but on the windowless wall behind him. It was a night of...

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