The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the Vault was stale, tasting of iron and old paper, a metallic tang that coated the back of Thomas’s throat. He sat on the cold stone floor, his hands folded in his lap, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of light that pierced the gloom from a grate above. Across from him, Elara stood. She did not blink. Her posture was rigid, a statue carved from shadow and intent, her...

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