The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream is always the same: a field of white ash where the wind does not blow, but the ash itself rises, swirling in slow, deliberate spirals that mimic the shape of a man who is no longer there. You wake in the narrow bunk of your quarters in Oakhaven, the air thick with the smell of wet stone and rot, and your body feels heavy, as if gravity has increased specifically for your bones. You...

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