The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The cold in the northern gatehouse is not the kind that bites the skin; it is a heavy, wet weight that settles into the bones and stays there, a permanent resident of your joints that has been there since you were twenty years old and first donned the grey wool of the Border Warden corps. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and your life has been reduced to the geometry of the gate, the rhythm of...

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