The Faded Ruin
The rain did not fall so much as it was poured from the sky, a relentless, gray deluge that turned the cobblestones of the Sovereign’s Court into a slick, treacherous mirror. I stood at the threshold of the Grand Hall, my boots heavy with the mud of the outer quadrangle, my uniform soaked to the bone, the fabric clinging to my ribs like a second, wetter skin. The air inside was stale, thick...
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