The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The wool of my coat had long since lost its color, bleeding into the damp stone of the hall until it was indistinguishable from the mold that crept up the walls. I stood at the threshold of the Great House, the air thick with the scent of wet ash and old blood, waiting for my brother, Elias, to join me. We were leaving. The order had come down from the High Court, not a command but a whisper, a...

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