The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Friedrich Wagner stood at the head of the long oak table, his spine rigid against the weight of the banquet’s expectation. The air in the refectory was heavy with roasted pork and damp wool, a physical pressure that seemed to press the color from the faces of the guild masters. He wanted the title of Chief Artificer. It was a simple, hard want, like the iron in his blood. But his left hand was...

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