The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain does not fall here. It rises. You stand in the courtyard of the Iron Spire. The stones are wet with vapor, a mist that climbs from the earth like breath. You are cold. Your armor is heavy, a second skin of rust and steel. You check your sword. The blade is dull. It has been dull for years. You do not sharpen it. You do not need to. You are a Keeper. You are a shield. You are a wall....

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