The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The silver clasp of the brooch lay on the cold flagstones of the refectory, broken into three jagged pieces. It had been Enoch’s pride, a relic from the high court of the Ancients, polished until it reflected not the wearer, but the void behind them. Now it was merely metal, cold and meaningless, scattered like the bones of a small bird. In the Hall of Whispers, the air smelled of damp wool and...

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