The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The silver circlet was cracked down the middle, a jagged scar across the polished metal. Elias Thorne held it in his left hand, his fingers numb from the cold and the rot. He was thirty years old, a Warden of the Iron City, and his lungs were already failing. The cough was a wet, rattling thing that lived in his chest like a trapped bird. He had left the city’s grey spires behind, walking north...

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