The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The bell in the tower of St. Jude’s rang not with sound, but with a heavy, gray fog that tasted of iron and old pennies. It settled on the cobblestones of the High Street, erasing the boundaries between the stone and the sky. Elias Thorne adjusted the collar of his tunic, the wool scratchy against his neck, and walked toward the Apothecary. He was a man of precise measurements, a clerk in the...

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