The Faded Ruin
Act I Can a building hold a ghost? The question hung in the damp air of the Grand Hall, heavy as the oxygen subscription Faye Roudebush owed for the month. She stood at the center of the banquet, the crumbling cornerstone of the Old Ruin pressed against her chest, its weight a cold anchor in the swirling crowd. The polished obsidian floor reflected her back, but the reflection moved a beat too...
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