The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain had stopped, but the air in the house remained thick with the scent of wet wool and old wood, a heavy, suffocating dampness that clung to the skin like a second layer. Elias Vance stood in the center of the dining room, his hands resting on the back of the oak chair, his knuckles white not from effort but from the sheer, grinding weight of presence. He was a large man, broad-shouldered...

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