The Faded Ruin
The iron seal cracked before the sun had fully cleared the eastern wall, a sound like a bone snapping in the quiet dark of the cell. It was not a loud noise, not in the way that screams or thunder are loud, but it was final, a definitive severing that left the air in the room tasting of rust and old blood. I sat on the cold stone floor, my hands wrapped around the object that had defined my...
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