The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The bell tolls. Not once. Not twice. It shatters the silence of the Iron Spire. You hear it in your teeth. You feel it in the marrow. The city below is not a city. It is a cage. Stone. Steel. Breath. The air is thick. It tastes of rust. Of old blood. You stand at the edge. The wind pulls at your coat. It is thin. It is fraying. You are a Sentinel. You are the eye. You are the hand. You are the...

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