The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hung, a grey veil that blurred the edges of the world and softened the sharp, angular lines of the new glass towers rising on the ridge. Elara Vance sat in the center of her small, cluttered studio, the air thick with the scent of ozone and wet stone. She held the shard in her palm, a jagged piece of obsidian no larger than a thumbnail, cold and heavy as a...

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