The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The fire did not smell like wood. It smelled of sulfur and wet wool, a choking miasma that coated the back of the throat. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the edge of the blackened square, his boots sinking into ash that hissed against the soles. Above him, the sky was the color of a bruise, swollen and purple. The village of Oakhaven lay in ruins. Not the ruins of war, but of judgment. The...

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