The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron key bites into the obsidian with a sound like a bone snapping under a boot. You strike again, the rhythm of your breath ragged, the air in the cell thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Three years. Three years of this void, this suspended fortress where gravity shifts with the moon and the walls bleed a slow, viscous black. You are Elias Thorne, warden of the lower spire, and...

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