The Faded Ruin
The iron taste of the night air is the first thing you notice, a metallic film coating the back of your throat as you take your post at the Obsidian Gate. You are Silas, thirty-two years old, a Royal Guard of the Obsidian Court, and you want only to survive the shift to secure the pension that will keep your mother’s name from being erased from the registry of the dead. The rule is simple and...
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