The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream began with the sound of breaking glass, not the sharp, clean fracture of a windowpane, but the dull, wet crunch of bone giving way. Julian woke in the center of the throne room, his breath hitching in a throat that felt too tight, too narrow. He was on his knees. The stone floor was cold against his shins, a chill that seeped up through the heavy wool of his tunic and settled in his...

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