The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the stained glass of the keep, a rhythmic, hollow pounding that matched the beat of my own heart. I stood in the center of the stone chamber, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old blood. My hands were bound. Not with rope, but with chains forged in the black iron of the Citadel. They were cold. They bit into the skin of my...

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