The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall here; it accumulated in the air, a thick, suspended mist that tasted of copper and old iron. "Your hands are shaking again, Silas," said the Auditor. His voice was smooth, devoid of the friction that usually attended human speech. He sat behind a desk carved from the bone of some leviathan, the surface polished to a mirror shine that reflected Silas’s own gaunt face back...

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