The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ledger recorded fourteen hours of labor before the first drop of sap hit the parchment. I counted them, as is protocol, marking each hour with a small, precise tick in the margin of the King’s final decree, a document that smelled of iron and dried lavender. The ink was still wet, a dark, viscous smear that refused to dry, when the wall behind the throne began to weep. It was not water. It...

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