The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The cellar smelled of wet limestone and old paper, a thick, suffocating scent that clung to the back of my throat like a hair caught in the teeth. I was on my knees, my hands slick with the dark, viscous sap that oozed from the roots of the ancestral oak, the wood pulsing with a heat that matched the frantic rhythm of my own heart. "You are being inefficient, Mr. Ashworth," the Warden said, his...

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