The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and ozone. It was a scent that clung to the back of the throat, a metallic tang that no amount of vintage wine could wash away. Margot stood in the center of the room, her spine rigid, her eyes fixed on the silver chandelier above. She held a ceramic plate in one hand and a small, blue glass bead in the other. The bead was cold. It was the only thing in...

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