The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ink is dry on the contract, but the seal is not. I press the wax to the parchment, the heat biting through the leather of my glove. My hand does not tremble, but the shadow of my hand on the desk does. It lags. Three seconds. The wax cools, hardens, turns black. I sign. Elias Thorne, Scribe of the Third Order. The High Warden watches from behind the glass partition. He does not blink. I...

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