The Faded Ruin
Elara. The name was called out by the foreman, a sharp, barking syllable that cut through the low, rhythmic hum of the ventilation shafts, pulling her from the reverie of the dust motes that danced in the slanting afternoon light. She straightened, her hands still stained with the graphite and clay of the restoration work, and turned to face the man who had summoned her, his face a mask of...
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