The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The bread was stone. It had always been stone. Elias knew the texture by the feel of it against his fingertips, a rough, unyielding grain that did not soften under the heat of the day. He sat in the center of the great hall, a room so vast that the echoes of his own breathing seemed to return to him as a distant, hollow whisper. The air smelled of damp plaster and old iron. It was the smell of...

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