The Faded Ruin
The seal was red. It pulsed. A wax drop. Hard. Cold. Elias held it. His hand shook. Not from fear. From cold. The hall was stone. Old stone. Deep shadows. He was the Inquisitor. Or so they said. He sought the truth. He did not seek the seal. He sought the man. The man who broke the law. The man who killed the King. The King was dead. The seal said so. Elias looked up. The High Lord sat on the...
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