The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Chapter One There is a particular quality to the silence in the hollows, a heavy, damp thing that presses against the eardrums long before the eyes adjust to the gray. Vernon Aldridge woke with red clay caked under his fingernails, the substance cold and gritty, smelling of wet iron and old blood. He was thirty-four, a debt collector with a limp in his left leg, and he stood in the center of...

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