The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream had no architecture. It was only stone, cold and absolute, rising from a mist that smelled of wet iron and old blood. I stood in a courtyard that should not have existed, the sky above a bruised purple, unchanging. In the center of this grey expanse stood the House. It was not a home, but a monument to order, its walls thick as the backs of oxen, its windows narrow slits that looked...

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