The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain does not fall; it hangs. A suspended grey veil, thick with the smell of wet ash and ozone. You stand at the edge of the Chasm, the wind tearing at the hem of your coat, and you count the seconds until the next tremor. One. Two. Three. The ground shudders. A crack splits the obsidian floor like a vein of black lightning. You are a restorer. A mender of broken things. In the city above,...

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