The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The hall was loud. It smelled of rot. And old wax. They drank deep. The cups were clay. They broke often. Walter held his. His hand shook. Not from cold. From fear. He was a maker. Of glass. Fine, thin glass. For the high seats. For the Keepers. He stood apart. In the corner. Watching. The Keepers were many. Robed in grey. Faceless. They did not speak. They drank. They watched. Walter watched...

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