The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The banquet hall smelled of wet wool and burnt sugar, a cloying perfume that clung to the throat like a secret too heavy to swallow, and in the center of it all, where the chandeliers bled their cold, electric light onto the polished oak floor, sat Elias Thorne, a man whose hands were stained not with ink or soil, but with the faint, iridescent sheen of the script that had been carved into his...

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