The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, persistent sheet that turned the mud outside the gate into a slurry that sucked at the boots of anyone who dared to step beyond the threshold. Inside the keep, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool, stale woodsmoke, and the metallic tang of fear. Sir Thomas Aldridge stood by the hearth, his hands wrapped around a mug of ale that had long...

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