The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain in the Gray District did not fall; it hovered, a suspension of gray dust that settled in the crevices of the soul before it ever touched the skin. Elara stood at the edge of the precipice, watching the last light bleed out of the sky, a bruise of violet and ash. Beside her, Julian held the lantern, its flame a fragile, trembling thing against the oppressive weight of the atmosphere....

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