The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the Great Hall of Oakhaven tasted of stale ale and unwashed bodies, a thick, cloying sweetness that clung to the back of my throat as I raised the iron key to the well’s mouth. It was the eve of the Harvest Festival, the year 1204, and the townsfolk sat in rows of rough-hewn benches, their faces lit by the flickering tallow candles that seemed to dim as the shadows in the corners of...

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