The Faded Ruin
The bell tolled not for time, but for bone. Elara stood at the edge of the grey expanse. The air tasted of iron and ash. It was a taste that had grown familiar over the last decade, a metallic tang that coated the back of her throat and settled in her lungs. She did not look back at the city. There was nothing left to look at. The spires had melted into the fog. The streets had swallowed the...
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