The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

"You are late." The voice was not a shout. It was a whisper. It cut the air. I stood in the courtyard. The stones were cold. The sky was gray. The walls were high. They were white. They were clean. They were watching. "Master Aldous," I said. My voice shook. I held the box. It was heavy. The wood was dark. The hinges were gold. "I am here." "You are late." He stepped out of the shadow. He wore...

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