The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The theodolite’s tripod legs were caked in red clay, a gritty residue that crusted under your fingernails as you adjusted the leveling screws, the metal cold and slick with morning damp. You were thirty-four, a surveyor of modest reputation, and you had been summoned to the crumbling estate of Lord Vane to map the boundary between the sanctioned zone and the wasteland, a task that felt less...

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