The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey veil over the valley of Aethelgard. The mist was thick. It tasted of iron. Old blood. Elias walked. His boots sank into the mud. Each step was a struggle. The weight of the mail was heavy. Not the metal. The order. He held the scroll. It was sealed with black wax. The crest was a broken sword. The Emperor’s mark. He had been a soldier. Now he was a...

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