The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The city of Aethelgard did not look like a ruin. It looked like a throat. Marianne Vance stood at the edge of the cliff, her boots sinking into the damp moss. Below, the stone structures rose in jagged, breathing spires. They expanded and contracted with a slow, rhythmic pulse, a low, persistent drone humming in her teeth. She clutched the vial of her own blood in her left hand. It was warm. It...

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