The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The summons came not with a shout but with the dry rasp of a feather quill scratching against parchment, a sound that cut through the heavy silence of the High Citadel’s scriptorium like a blade through wet wool. Aldric looked up from his desk, where the smell of stale ink and damp stone had long since permeated his skin, and watched as the Magistrate’s herald entered, his boots leaving muddy...

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