The Faded Ruin
Thorne! Elias Thorne, you fool, look at what you have done. The voice of the steward, a thin reedy sound cutting through the dust-choked air of the courtyard, drifted over the rubble of the ancestral home. Elias did not look up. His hands, caked in grey mortar and the dried blood of a split knuckle, were buried deep in the debris of the master bedroom. He was searching for the iron key, that...
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