The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The count of the silver spoons on the high table was twenty-three, but there were only twenty-two places set for the feast, and this discrepancy, which the steward had noted in his ledger with a sharp, red scratch of ink, sat in your chest like a stone you could not swallow. You were Elias, the scribe, thirty years old and tired in the way that comes from writing too many names of dead men, and...

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