The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The parchment lay flat on the oak desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the scriptorium, a document so thin it seemed to vibrate with the weight of the decree written upon it. Elian traced the line of the seal, a wax stamp of the Abbot’s crest, cold and hard as a river stone, and felt the familiar tightening in his chest that came with the reading of official state mandates. The...

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