The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The needle slipped through the linen sleeve, and Julian Prosser pulled the thread taut, his knuckles white against the fabric. The cameo brooch lay on the workbench, its porcelain face split down the middle, a jagged wound in the mother’s painted smile. He dipped the needle into the vial of alchemical paste, the substance cold and viscous, smelling of iron and old rain. The city outside was...

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