The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

I woke in the grey, breathless dark, the taste of iron and old ash still clinging to the back of my throat. The air here is not air, but a heavy, suspended suspension, a dust of grey particulates that settles on the skin like snow that never melts. I am the Warden of the Last Bastion, a title that has outlived the authority it once claimed, a name etched into bone by decades of silence and...

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