The Faded Ruin
The notice was stamped in red ink, the bureaucratic seal cracking slightly under the pressure of the pen. It stated that Malee Ngamnit, warden of the highland klongs, was to report immediately to the mission infirmary for a physical examination preceding his final pension assessment. The air in the room smelled of boiled linen and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that had settled into...
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