The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The fire did not smell of wood or thatch, but of ozone and scorched copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of Silas’s throat as he huddled in the shadow of the great oak. The oak stood alone in the center of the courtyard, its bark dark and furrowed like the face of an old king, its branches a rigid cage against the bruised purple sky. It had been there before the castle, before the...

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