The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The stone wept. It was a slow, gray exudation. Water seeped from the cracks in the high arches, darkening the mortar until the fortress looked bruised. Elara watched it from the gallery. She held a cup of tea that had gone cold an hour ago. The liquid inside was black and still. It reflected the sky, which was the color of old iron. The castle was dying. Everyone said so. The King was sick. The...

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