The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron gate did not creak, it screamed, a high-pitched shriek of oxidized metal grinding against stone that cut through the heavy, stagnant air of the lower barracks like a blade through silk. Commander Elias Thorne stood on the precipice of the threshold, his fingers white-knuckled around the cold, pitted iron of the gate, his knuckles throbbing with a rhythm that matched the frantic,...

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