The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

You have always known that the clock does not tick, but breathes, a slow and heavy exhalation that fills the damp stone corridors of the Undercroft with the scent of wet iron and old paper. You stand now before the Great Ledger, its leather binding cracked and swollen by decades of subterranean humidity, holding the brass key that feels less like a tool and more like a bone from your own hand....

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