The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron gate shrieked against the cobblestones as I forced it open, the sound a jagged tear in the twilight. Inside, the air smelled of ozone and wet slate. I held the compass tight in my right hand, the brass casing worn smooth by years of anxious gripping. It was a small thing, unremarkable to the untrained eye, but to me, it was the only anchor in a world that had begun to dissolve. The...

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