The Faded Ruin
The train hissed to a halt, a long, shuddering exhalation that seemed to drain the very air from the carriage. Elias Vane stood at the window, his reflection ghosted against the dark glass, watching the platform lights of Oakhaven smear into long, golden streaks. He was leaving. It was a simple fact, stripped of the grandeur he had once believed it deserved. He carried with him only a single...
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