The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The watch on Elias Thorne’s left wrist was not a watch. It was a shackle. The metal was cold. It bit into the skin of his radius. It was heavy, a dull weight that pulled at the joint whenever he raised his hand to wipe sweat from his brow. In the gray light of the cell, the metal gleamed with a wet, oily sheen. Elias looked at it. He had looked at it for three days. He had stopped counting the...

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