The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The square of Oakhaven was choked with soot and the sharp, metallic taste of fear. Elias Thorne stood in the center, his throat raw, shouting at the Magistrate’s carriage. He was fifty, a former schoolmaster whose hands were stained with ink and whose spirit was fraying. His daughter Clara sat in the back, her face pale behind the iron bars, arrested for hoarding grain. The crowd did not jeer...

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