The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream was wet. It smelled of rust and wet wool. Mara stood in the center of the room. The floor was not wood. It was iron. Cold iron. It hummed under her feet. A low, steady thrum. Like a heartbeat made of metal. The walls were high. They went up and up until they vanished into shadow. The light was grey. It came from no source she could name. It just was. She looked down at her hands. They...

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