The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron rain fell not from the clouds, but from the sky itself, a metallic weeping that corroded the spires of Aethelgard. I stood in the breach of the Northern Wall, my armor humming with the residual charge of a hundred executions, my hand steady on the hilt of a sword that had never tasted blood, only silence. The crowd below, a sea of grey hoods and frightened eyes, did not see a guardian....

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