The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The feast was loud. The tables groaned under the weight of silver platters and roasted meats. The air smelled of smoke, stale ale, and unwashed bodies. Thomas sat at the head of the table. He was a man of few words, but today his silence was heavy. It pressed against the skin of the room. He was a builder. A mason. His hands were rough, mapped with scars from chisels and hammers. He looked at...

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