The Faded Ruin
The ink was bleeding out of the vellum. Elias Thorne watched the letters dissolve into the fibers of the page, a slow, silent hemorrhage of meaning that turned the sacred text into blank parchment. He held the book against his chest, feeling the warmth of his own body try to arrest the decay, but the Hollow Wind was already there, a pressure in his ears that made his teeth ache. It was the year...
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