The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

"Get out," the voice said, not from a person but from the air itself, a dry rattle like wind through broken windowpanes that echoed in the hollows of my skull where the pain used to live. I stood in the center of the room, the concrete floor cold and damp against the soles of my boots, a place that had once been the heart of our order, now just a mouth of dust and decay, the walls peeling away...

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