The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron tongs in Silas Vane’s hands were cold, colder than the damp air that seeped through the heavy wool of his Warden’s coat, and the metal bit into his palms with a dull, persistent ache that mirrored the throbbing in his left fingers. He stood before the gate of Sector Four, the boundary of the Ashwood, where the trees grew so thick and twisted that they seemed to lean inward, conspiring...

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