The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream began with the sound of your own knuckles cracking, a dry, brittle percussion that echoed in the silence of the cell. You were asleep, or you thought you were, but the sensation was so acute that you woke into the pain, your fingers stiff and swollen, the skin stretched tight over the bone as if it were paper over a drum. This is how they keep you here, in the Citadel of the Quiet...

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