The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The tin is dented. I hold it tight. Cold metal bites my palm. My name is Silas. I am the Maker. The Court eats what I give. They do not taste. They consume. I mix the grey powder. I stir the water. It smells of rust. It smells of rain. I am a craftsman. I make the calm. The calm keeps the King quiet. The King is loud. He screams at the walls. He screams at the glass. I bring the tin. I open the...

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