The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain fell upon the slate rooftops of the old quarter with a rhythmic, percussive insistence that seemed to beat out the pulse of the city itself, a slow, wet drumming that you could feel in the marrow of your bones even as you sat alone in the high, dusty office of the Inquisitor. You watched the water streak down the leaded glass, each droplet a fleeting lens that distorted the gray street...

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