The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the Obsidian Spire tasted of iron and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of Kaelen’s throat as he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. He was thirty years old, a Warden of the High Guard, and the year 402 of the Ascendancy was the year he would finally secure his promotion. The concrete weight of his desire sat in his gut, heavy and cold, as he stood before the...

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