The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of copper and old smoke. It hung thick, a physical thing, settling on the skin like damp wool. Around the long, scarred table, the elders sat. They did not look at Elias. They looked at the window. Outside, the grey rain of the industrial district lashed against the glass, blurring the shapes of the smokestacks into grey ghosts. Elias stood. His hands were...

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