The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The hall smelled of roasted pork and old stone. Torches hissed in the iron sconces, throwing long, trembling shadows against the vaulted ceiling. It was a feast for the garrison, a celebration of the quiet days before the snows closed the passes. But Elias stood apart. He leaned against a pillar of carved granite, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. The blade was sheathed, but his...

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