The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The road was not a road. It was a scar. It cut through the grey moor, a line of packed dirt and broken stone that wound toward the Spire. Elara walked. Her boots were worn thin. The leather had split at the toes. Cold seeped in. It was a constant ache. A small, white pain. She did not stop. She could not stop. To stop was to die. To move was to survive. This was the law of the Exile. She...

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