The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dust was thick enough to taste, a chalky grit that coated Elias Vane’s teeth and settled in the creases of his knuckles as he pried at the warped floorboards. He was thirty years old, though the last five had aged him a decade, and he worked with the desperate, rhythmic precision of a man who knew the light was failing. The Blackwood Estate was dying, its Victorian bones groaning under the...

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