The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, treacherous mirror of the sky, and as I stood in the doorway of the Magistrate’s office, holding the heavy iron key that had been pressed into my palm by the dying hand of my father, I felt the weight of the stone walls pressing in on me, not with physical force but...

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