The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The crystal decanter sat in Elias Thorne’s hand, heavy and cold, its surface slick with condensation that beaded and ran down toward his knuckles. He held it up, the pale amber liquid catching the light of the chandeliers, and watched the droplets trace the glass. The banquet hall was a cavern of white linen and gold leaf, the air thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and expensive perfume....

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