The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The hall smells of roasted lamb and the metallic tang of the new propaganda ink that has stained the tablecloths red, a color that is slowly bleeding into the white linen as if the feast itself is hemorrhaging. You stand at the edge of the long oak table, your hands clasped behind your back to hide the tremor in your fingers, watching Councilor Halloway raise a glass of dark ale to the...

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