The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The hall smelled of beeswax and old blood. I sat at the long table. The wood was dark. It had been polished for centuries. My hands were still. They had to be still. I looked at the men around me. They wore velvet. Deep red. Deep blue. They ate with silver forks. They spoke in low tones. Their voices were smooth. Like oil. I was a sinner. I knew this. I had always known. The walls of the Keep...

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