The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The road to the Ashlands was not a path but a wound. It tore through the heather, a ribbon of pale, dusty earth that bled into the grey horizon. I walked it with a rhythm that had become bone-deep. Left. Right. Left. Right. My boots, thick-soled and heavy, struck the ground with a dull, rhythmic thud. *Thud. Thud.* The sound was the only prayer I knew. I carried the Scales. They were iron, cold...

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