The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The blade of the magistrate’s sword was already drawn, the steel catching the amber light of the oil lamps that lined the cobblestones of the town square, and Elias Thorne’s hand, steady as a surgeon’s, held it aloft while the crowd of Oakhaven held its breath in the thinning air of late October. It was the Feast of the Broken Bell, a day when the town’s ancient sins were supposedly washed...

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