The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The name is shouted down from the gantry, a raw bark that cuts through the hiss of the ventilation fans. Elias, they call, and the sound of it makes the dust settle on his shoulders. He is thirty-two, a border warden in the ash-choked ruins of the Old Quarter, and he carries the final seal in a leather pouch against his hip. The weight of it is small, no more than a few ounces of stamped brass,...

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