The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Thorne. The name hit the back of my skull like a wet stone, pulled from the dark by a voice I could not place, a summons that tasted of iron and old paper. I woke with the sheet tangled around my ankles, the air in my small flat thick with the smell of damp concrete, and I knew, with the cold certainty of a man who has paid his rent too many times, that the ledger had shifted again. I am Elias...

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