The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The morning light entered the window of the holding cell not as a gift, but as an intruder. It was a pale, dusty thing, slanting across the stone floor where the moss had long since died and crumbled into gray powder. Elias Thorne stood in the center of that square of light, his hands clasped behind his back. He was sixty years old, though he felt older, as if his bones had been worn down by a...

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