The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall. It hung. A gray veil. A held breath. I walked the corridor. My shoes clicked. Wet stone. Cold air. This is the Spire. The seat of power. The center of the world. Or what passed for it. I am a cartographer. I map the silence. I chart the void. My name is Elias. I work for the Council. I have always worked for the Council. My father worked before me. His father before that....

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