The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of the lower city like a shroud, damp and heavy, smelling of wet stone and the faint, metallic tang of the river that ran black beneath the arches. I moved through the crowd with the quiet desperation of a man who has long since ceased to be seen by the world, only watched. In the old days, before the Silence took the voices from the throats of the...

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