The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

"Your petition is denied." The parchment lay on the desk, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and damp stone. Magistrate Vane did not look up from his ledger. The room was cold, a draft whistling through the cracks of the window, carrying the scent of woodsmoke from the forges below. I stood at the edge of his office, my hands stiff in my pockets. I had walked four miles to bring this. Four...

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