The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron gate groaned. It was a low, metallic sound. It cut through the morning mist. The mist lay thick on the cobbles. It smelled of wet stone and old rust. Silas adjusted his collar. The wool scratched his neck. He looked up at the Tower. It rose above the tree line. It was gray and silent. It watched him. He walked forward. His boots clicked on the stones. The rhythm was steady. Tick. Tick....

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