The Faded Ruin
The gate closed behind Elias with a sound like a bone snapping. He did not look back. The iron bars were not there, of course. There are no bars in the Palace of the Aether, only light. But Elias felt the weight of them on his shoulders, a phantom pressure from a life before the glow. He was a man of stone and mortar, a builder of walls that kept the rain out. Now he was a builder of air. He...
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