The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The inkwell is heavy. It sits in your palm, a cold weight of black glass, while the quill trembles against the vellum. You are Elias, thirty-two, a scribe of the fourth rank in the High Spire, and you want to buy your mother’s freedom from the Debt Ward. The air in the scriptorium is thick with the smell of lamp oil and dry dust. You hear the scratching of two hundred other pens. You hear the...

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