The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron key bit into the lock, cold and slick with condensation, and Thomas Ashworth felt the familiar chill climb his wrist as he twisted it. He was thirty, a warden of the lower vaults, and he wanted nothing more than to survive the night shift without the walls speaking to him again. The Citadel was a fortress of grey stone and stricter rules, a place where men like him were tools, worn...

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