The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain fell hard on the slate roofs. It drummed a steady rhythm against the windowpane. I watched the water streak down the glass. It blurred the world outside. The world inside was cold. The hearth had gone out hours ago. I pulled my coat tighter. The wool was damp. It smelled of mildew and old smoke. My name is Arthur Vane. I am a keeper of the Gate. We are few in number. The city of...

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