The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the Hall tasted of ozone and burnt copper. I stood by the window, my hand resting on the cold iron of my sword. The metal was dull. It had not seen blood in years, only the dust of the archive and the silence of the wall. Outside, the city of Oakhaven hummed. A low, mechanical thrum. The engines of the Great Foundry never stopped. They never rested. They consumed the night. I am...

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