The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Elara, you are late again. Lord Vane’s voice did not rise, yet it cut through the damp silence of the archive with the precision of a scalpel. He stood at the head of the long oak table, his hands clasped behind his back, the candlelight catching the silver threads in his doublet. Around him, the shelves groaned under the weight of centuries, the air thick with the smell of mildew and old...

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