The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The order was pinned to the door with a rusted nail, the paper brown and soft with damp. Elias Thorne read it twice, his eyes moving over the ink until the words blurred into a smear of black. He was a Sergeant of the Pale, forty years old, and his hands were steady even as the mud of the borderlands sucked at his boots. The decree was clear: the Grey Cloak was heretical. It was to be burned....

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