The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ink on the ledger bled into the vellum, a dark stain spreading like a bruise, and Elias Thorne watched it with the detached interest of a man observing a weather system. He was fifty-two. The joints in his left hand, the one holding the quill, ached with a dull, persistent throb that the brandy in his pocket had failed to silence. Around him, the rotunda of the Ministry hummed with the low,...

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