The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

"Sign here, Elias. Or do you need the quill broken first?" The voice belonged to Marcus, the new overseer, and it hung in the air above the roasted boar. I sat at the long oak table of Lord Aldric’s hall. The year was 1342. I was thirty years old, a scribe with ink-stained fingers and a hunger that had nothing to do with the meat before me. I wanted the title of Head Archivist. It was a small...

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