The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The brand on Sir Kaelen’s forearm pulsed, a dull throb beneath the skin that mirrored the beat of his own racing heart. He stood before the tribunal table, the weight of his office pressing down on his shoulders like a physical stone, and looked at the man bound to the chair. Thomas Bradshaw did not look like a heretic. He looked like a tired clerk, his clothes stained with sweat and dirt, his...

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