The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Elias, the boy’s name was called out from the top of the tower, a voice like dry leaves scraping across stone, and he looked up from the mortar, his hands caked in grey dust, to see the High Warden standing in the archway, his shadow stretching long and thin over the crumbling bricks. I am twelve years old, bound to the estate by a contract written in ink that smells of iron, and my want is...

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