The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The bell tolled. The iron rang out, a sound like tearing skin. You stood in the courtyard. The rain fell hard. It was cold. You were wet. Your tunic clung to your skin. You were a soldier of the Order of the White Flame. You had served for thirty years. You had killed men. You had buried men. You had kept the peace. Or so they said. The High Warden stood on the balcony. He was tall. He was...

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