The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall so much as it stood, a vertical curtain of gray mist that blurred the edge of the world. In the highlands of the old province, where the stone houses leaned against one another like tired old men sharing a burden, the mist was a living thing. It breathed. It watched. Elias Thorne walked with his hand on the hilt of a sword that had not seen battle in forty years. He was...

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