The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain that morning did not fall so much as it was expelled from the sky, a grey and relentless exhalation that turned the cobblestones of the Capital District into a slick, mirror-like expanse of wet slate where the shadows of the iron lampposts stretched out like the long, thin fingers of a drowning man. Commander Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the balcony, his back to the chandelier...

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