The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones, a sound like dry bones snapping in the frost. Elias Thorne sat in the back, his knuckles white against the leather strap, watching the village of Oakhaven bleed into the grey morning mist. He was not a man of the earth, nor of the stone, but of the passage between them. A refugee from the Southern Reaches, where the soil was too rich and the...

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