The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The fog came in on Tuesday, thick and gray as wool, swallowing the spires of Aethelgard whole. It was a city built on bones and old laws, where the stones remembered every whisper. In the damp cellar of the Guildhall, Elias Thorne sat on a crate, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had gone cold an hour ago. He was a Warden, one of the few left to keep the peace in a world that had...

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