The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream was always the same. Mara stood at the edge of the gray, her face blurred by a mist that smelled of wet ash and old paper. She did not speak. She only watched, her eyes hollowed out by a patience that felt heavier than stone. Elias Vane woke with a gasp, the taste of copper in his mouth, his hands already trembling. He was forty-two, but his joints felt eighty. The clockmaker’s shop...

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