The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ink is wet, and it is biting into your knuckles. You are on your knees in the cellar of the Ashworth estate, the stone floor slick with a substance that glows with a faint, sickly luminescence. It is not water, nor is it blood, though it has the viscosity of both. You scrape at the tiles with a rusted spoon, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps, trying to keep the script from...

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