The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a fine, gray mist that clung to the glass walls of the Atrium and turned the world outside into a watercolor smear of indistinct shapes. Mara stood alone in the center of the vast, silent hall, the polished obsidian floor reflecting her isolation with a cold, perfect clarity. She held the object in her hands, a small, rectangular token made of a...

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