The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain in the Grey Spire did not fall so much as it seeped, a perpetual, cold mist that clung to the stone and the skin alike, eroding the edges of things until memory and matter became indistinguishable. I stood at the threshold of my office, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and ozone, holding the silver locket in my left hand, its surface worn smooth by the friction of my thumb over...

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