The Faded Ruin
The train did not stop at the station, but rather dissolved into the mist that clung to the valley like a shroud of wet wool. Elias stood at the edge of the platform, his coat buttoned to the throat, watching the carriage vanish into the grey. He had traveled for three days to reach this place, a sprawling manor house set upon a cliff that overlooked a sea which no longer reflected the sky. The...
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