The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The building was called The Spire. It stood in the center of Ashcroft, a jagged tooth of black iron and glass rising above the soot-stained rooftops. It did not look like a house. It looked like a weapon. Or a monument to something forgotten. Arthur Vane stood on the cobblestones of King’s Square, his collar turned up against the November chill. He held a leather satchel. Inside was a single...

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