The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The bell in the tower did not ring to mark the hour. It rang to mark the end. It was a sound like a bone snapping in a deep, frozen lake. I stood in the center of the courtyard, my armor cold against my skin, the iron taste of old blood rising in the back of my throat. The sky above the city of Oakhaven was not blue, nor was it the gray of a common winter day. It was the color of a bruise that...

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