The Faded Ruin
The ledger in Elara’s hands weighed four pounds, a slab of bound paper and ironclad ink that smelled of damp earth and old debt, and she counted the lines with a finger that trembled only slightly, as if the vibration were coming from the floorboards beneath the archive’s stone floor rather than from her own bones. In the subterranean city of Oakhaven, where the sky was a memory of rusted iron...
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