The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The hand tightened around the hilt of the short sword, the leather worn thin and slick with sweat. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the Old Mill, the dust motes swirling in the single shaft of light that cut through the gloom. He was forty years old, and his body felt like a machine that had been over-oiled and then stripped, leaving only the grinding of raw metal against metal. He had come...

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