The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

I held the inkwell in my hands, the glass cold and slick against my palms, watching a single drop of black liquid suspend itself before it fell. The light in my office was failing, the afternoon sun cutting a jagged, dusty beam across the floorboards, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the stagnant air. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a historian who had spent the last decade...

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