The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and damp wool, a cloying mixture that seemed to cling to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat. He sat at the far end of the long mahogany table, his hands folded tightly in his lap, watching the candlelight flicker against the high, vaulted ceiling. The air was thick with the murmur of voices, the clinking of crystal, and the low thrum of a string quartet...

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