The Faded Ruin
The parchment lay on the cold stone table, the ink still wet from the scribe’s hurried hand, and Thomas Bradshaw read the decree three times before his fingers began to shake. It was a simple list of names, the usual inventory of the condemned, but the second name, Elara, struck him with the force of a physical blow, a blow that rattled his teeth in his skull and turned the sterile air of the...
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