The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

I woke in the dream with the taste of iron on my tongue. It was a thick, metallic sweetness, like biting into a copper wire. I knew where I was before I opened my eyes. The air was cold and smelled of ozone and wet slate. I was standing in the middle of the Veld, that endless expanse of grey fog that stretched out under a sky the color of bruised iron. My name is Elias Thorne. I am seven years...

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