The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The hall is vast, a cathedral of bone and cold stone where the air tastes of iron and old rain. You sit at the long table, your hands folded neatly before you, though they tremble with a rhythm that has nothing to do with fear. Around you, the other convicts are eating. They tear into meat that looks like grey mud, their chewing slow and mechanical, a sound that grates against the silence of...

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