The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ledger lay open on the stained oak table, its pages swollen with damp, the ink of the last entry bleeding into a brown smear that looked too much like blood. Elias Thorne, master distiller of Oakhaven, ran a calloused thumb over the numbers, trying to make sense of the arithmetic of decay. The grain stores were down by twelve percent in the last week. The Rot was not merely a fungus; it was...

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