The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The banquet hall of the Ashworth estate did not smell of roasting lamb or spiced wine, but of damp stone and the metallic tang of old blood. It was a feast held in silence, for the muffled thud of the heavy oak doors closing behind the guests marked the beginning of the Trial of Conscience. In the center of the vast, vaulted room, where a fire had once burned with the warmth of hearth and home,...

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