The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The walls wept. Not with water, but with a slow, viscous gray sludge that smelled of iron and old blood. It trickled down the stone faces of the Citadel, staining the white limestone into a bruised purple. Elias stood in the center of the atrium. He was small. He was old. His hands shook. He held a piece of chalk. It was dry. It was hard. He looked up. The ceiling was gone. Or rather, it was...

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