The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The mud was thick as blood and smelled of iron and old rain. Cillian knelt in the mire, his breath tearing at his throat in ragged gasps, the weight of the obsidian gauntlet on his left hand pulling him down toward the earth. Before him, the gate of the Citadel of Ash stood open, a maw of black iron and ancient stone, exhaling a cold wind that carried the scent of ozone and decay. This was not...

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