The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The great hall of Aethelgard was a cathedral of stone and silence. It had been so for centuries, or perhaps forever. The air tasted of dust and dried sage. Elara stood at the head of the long table. She was old. Her bones were brittle things, like dry twigs. She wore robes of grey wool. They were soft. They had worn thin at the elbows. Around her, the courtiers sat. They were young. Their faces...

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