The Faded Ruin
Chapter One Andre Joubert woke with the taste of iron on his tongue, the phantom weight of glass shards still clinging to his eyelashes, and the distinct, cold certainty that the world he had spent thirty years building was already rotting from the inside out. He lay still in the narrow bed of his quarters at the Citadel, listening to the low, rhythmic thrum of the gaslights in the corridor, a...
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