The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ink was black. Not blue, not violet, not the shifting grey of a storm cloud. It was absolute. It was the color of the void between stars. It sat in the well. We did not drink from it. We drew from it. I was a clerk. I held a ledger. The ledger was thick. It was bound in leather that smelled of wet earth and old blood. My hands were steady. My hands were always steady. I wrote the names. I...

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