The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The thud of the hammer against the iron lattice was not a sound of creation but of erasure, a rhythmic, metallic pounding that seemed to vibrate directly through the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots and up into the marrow of his shins. He stood in the center of the Guild Hall’s central atrium, a space that had once smelled of beeswax and old parchment but now reeked of ozone, scorched metal, and...

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