The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ledger lay open on the oak table, its pages swollen with damp, and Sir Aldric counted the hours remaining until the winter solstice, his fingers stiffening against the cold parchment as he tallied the days his brother’s debt would remain legally enforceable. Forty-three days. The number was a stone in his throat, heavy and jagged, and he looked out the window where the grey sky pressed down...

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