The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron key is cold in your hand. It has always been cold. You feel the chill seep into your palm, a distinct, biting sensation that has nothing to do with the air in the room. The room is warm, stifling even, with the smell of damp wool and stale bread hanging heavy in the stagnant air. You are in the cellar of the town hall, a place that does not officially exist on the maps of Oakhaven,...

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