The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The tower stood in the gray field. It was not a castle. It was not a monument. It was a thing of glass and steel, stripped of its skin. The wind moved through the empty floors. It made a low, whistling sound. Elias walked toward it. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at his heels. He was seventy years old. His back was bent like a question mark. He carried a satchel. Inside, there were...

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