The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The sky above the Citadel did not burn; it merely peeled away, revealing the wet, grey flesh of the void beneath, a slow exfoliation of atmosphere that turned the air into a thick, tasting fog of sulfur and old blood. Thomas Bradshaw stood on the precipice of the High Ward, his boots slick with condensation that smelled of iron and decay, watching the horizon dissolve into a static hiss. He was...

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