The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The bell tower shakes the dust from the rafters. It is a dry, rhythmic sound. You hear it in your teeth. You hear it in the marrow of your shin bones. You are here. You have been here for three years. The stone is cold against your back. It is always cold. You are a scribe in the Order of the Silent Watch. Your job is simple. You copy the ledgers. You record the sins. You keep the accounts of...

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