The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, gray shroud that clung to the eaves of the manor and seeped into the very bones of the stone, creating a dampness that felt less like weather and more like a slow, creeping sickness of the spirit. I stood at the threshold of the great hall, my boots heavy with the mud of the lower fields, where the crops had long since withered into brittle...

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