The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron-handled pruning shears were cold in Silas Vane’s grip, the metal biting into the calluses of his palms as he stood before the High Council. He held them out, the blades open and empty, a gesture that felt absurdly ceremonial in the sterile white light of the hearing chamber. Across the long table, the Council members sat in their grey robes, their faces masked by the high collars that...

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