The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain in the Citadel does not fall; it seeps, a cold, gray sweat that soaks into the stone and stays there, turning the mortar to a slurry that smells of old iron and rot. You are sitting in the antechamber of the High Inquisitor, your hands bound by the silver filaments that hum against your skin, a low, sickening vibration that you feel in your teeth and the marrow of your bones. You are...

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