The Faded Ruin
The bread is dry. You break it. It crumbles. Dust falls on your hands. White. Like ash. Like snow. You are in the Keep. The stones are cold. The air is thick. It smells of rot. And old iron. And blood. You are a Warden. A keeper of the Gate. The Gate is sealed. Always sealed. Who are you? You are Edward. Your face is scarred. Your eyes are deep. You look at the loaf. You look at the wall. The...
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