The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The banquet hall smelled of roasted venison and stale smoke. It was a heavy, cloying scent that hung in the air like a second skin. Edward Ashworth sat at the head of the long oak table. His hands were steady. His heart was not. Across from him, the Director chewed a piece of bread with deliberate slowness. The room was full. Men in gray suits. Women in white dresses. They all watched him. They...

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