The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The acid smelled of burnt copper and old rain. I held the vial in my left hand, the glass slick with condensation, my right hand gripping the hilt of my dagger. The Sanctum doors groaned open, revealing the Midwinter Rite in full swing. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and ink, the smell that had eaten my brother’s mind before it ate his body. I was not here to pray. I was here to burn...

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