The Faded Ruin
The fire did not come from the sky, nor from the ground, but from the silence between the pillars of the Grand Hall. It was a cold, white light that stripped the varnish from the wood and the color from the faces of the gathered nobility. I stood at the back of the room, clutching a leather satchel that had been my constant companion for twenty years. Inside was a single, faded silk scarf, blue...
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