The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, leaded windows of the Blackwood Manor with a persistent, rhythmic violence that vibrated in your teeth. You sat in the center of the library, a room that smelled of damp wool and old paper, your hands resting on your knees. They were trembling. Not from the cold, though the fire had long since burned to ash, but from the...

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