The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the high windows of the manor, blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear of mud and broken branches. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool, old paper, and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone that always preceded the storm. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed leather chair, his hands resting on...

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