The Faded Ruin
The Great Hall of the Abbey stood not as a ruin of stone, but as a living, breathing organism of hunger, its vaulted ceilings dripping with a condensation that smelled of yeast and old sweat, a thick, suffocating mist that clung to the skin of every soul who dared to cross the threshold into the communal dining area where the air was so dense with the scent of boiling grain and rendered fat...
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