The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The silver chalice sat in your palms, cold and heavy, its rim worn smooth by three generations of thumbs. It was the last thing of value left in the house, the only object that had not been stripped for the Tithe, and you held it with a grip that whitened your knuckles. Outside, the wind howled against the ash-slicked stones of the Undercroft, a sound like tearing cloth. You were Kaelen,...

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