The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, gray mist that tasted of iron and old rot, settling into the wool of Sir Caelen’s tunic until the fabric became a second, damp skin that clung to his ribs with a persistent, suffocating weight. He stood at the edge of the Blackwood, where the ancient oaks twisted their bare limbs against a sky that had forgotten how to be blue, and...

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