The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain fell in sheets against the glass. It was not water, not truly. It was a cold, grey mist that hissed as it struck the reinforced panes of the Atrium. Inside, the air was stale and thick with the smell of ozone and old paper. Elara stood at the edge of the Great Hall. She was twelve, small for her age, with hair the color of wet slate. Her hands were shoved deep into the pockets of her...

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