The Faded Ruin
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the pavement of the Foundry into a mirror of shattered reflections. I stood in the center of the courtyard, my boots heavy with mud, my hands slick with sweat and the metallic taste of blood that had nothing to do with my own wounds. Across from me, Silas held his ground, his...
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