The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The banquet hall smelled of roasting lamb and old stone. I ate. I drank. The wine was dark. It stained my teeth. I looked around. Faces floated. They smiled. They did not know. I knew. My name is Thomas. I am the warden. Or so they say. The hall was vast. High ceilings. Painted with saints who had lost their eyes. The candles burned low. The shadows stretched long across the floor. I sat at the...

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