The Faded Ruin
Act I Amsterdam in the off-season is a city of wet stone and suspended breath, the canals black and still under a sky that has forgotten how to clear. The mines in the north are shuttered for the winter, their workers scattered into the cramped attics of the city, waiting for the thaw to decide if they will eat or starve. I am Willemina van Houten, a censor in the Bureau of Historical...
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