The Faded Ruin
The sky broke open at dawn. Not with thunder, but with silence. The air tasted of iron and old dust. I stood in the square. The cobblestones were slick with frost. My name is Elias. I am a Warden. My uniform is gray. It is soaked through. The cold bites into my bones. I do not shiver. I have forgotten how. In my hand, I hold the ledger. It is bound in leather. The cover is cracked. The pages...
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