The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron gate of the Sanatorium for the Preservation of the Mind did not open so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering release of rust and damp stone that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Edward Ashworth’s bones as he stood before it, his sword still drawn, the tip trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the duty he had carried for three hundred years. He was the...

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