The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The compounding agent’s voice was a dry rasp, like sandpaper dragged over untreated timber, and it echoed off the vaulted, soot-stained walls of the Infirmary of the Order of the Silenced Tongue, a place where the air was thick with the cloying, metallic scent of iron-rich blood and the stale, bitter residue of the Ash-Root tincture that we were mandated to ingest three times daily, a...

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