The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The candle burned low in the iron sconce, casting long, trembling shadows against the damp stone walls of the keep. Aldric sat in the corner, his hands resting on his knees, fingers stained with the black grease of the forge. He did not look at the door. He knew who was coming. The air in the room had turned thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and old blood, a smell that had become so familiar...

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