The Faded Ruin
The tower did not crumble; it simply waited, its white stone face turned toward the grey expanse of the sea with the patience of a saint who has long since forgotten the names of those who worshipped at his feet. I stood in the shadow of its foundation, the salt air biting at my lips, feeling the cold seep through the wool of my coat and settle deep in the marrow of my bones. Here, at the edge...
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