The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The train rattled over the iron bridges. The sound was a constant, grinding hum. It filled the carriage. It filled my head. I held the glass vial tight. It was warm. It pulsed. Like a second heart. I was a medium. A reader of the air. The Court of the Ashes demanded clarity. I provided it. Or so I thought. I was traveling to the Spire. The seat of power. The industrial heart of the new regime....

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