The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of iron and old paper. Elara stood in the center of the stone floor, her hands trembling. The creature was there. It had no name, only a shape. It was a stag, but wrong. Its antlers were made of twisted glass, sharp as scalpels. Its eyes were empty sockets filled with swirling smoke. It did not breathe. It did not blink. It simply existed, a perfect,...

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