The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of wet ash and the metallic tang of old blood, swirling around the spires of the Citadel which rose from the earth like the bone structure of a giant that had died long before the first human drew breath, and Captain Silas Vane stood at the precipice of the crumbling watchtower, his leather armor stiff with...

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