The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The order was written on heavy, cream-colored paper, the ink still wet and smelling of iron. I read it twice. It was a directive from Magistrate Halloway, signed with a flourish that looked like a scratch. We were to breach the Iron Gate at dawn. My hands trembled as I folded the paper. The joints in my knuckles popped, a dry, rusting sound. I am Silas Vane, forty-two years old, and a Border...

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