The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The fog did not roll in from the harbor, as the old maps suggested, but seeped up from the cobblestones themselves, a cold and viscous mist that smelled of wet iron and extinguished candles. I stood at the edge of the town square, my hand wrapped around the rusted iron key in my pocket, feeling its familiar, jagged vibration against my palm like a trapped bird. "You’re late, Elias," the voice...

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