The Faded Ruin
Chapter One Yamato Matsumoto knew that the Rot would take him before the ink dried, a certainty that sat in his marrow like a stone. He was fifty-two, the Senior Archivist of the Iron Citadel, and his hands, once steady enough to grind a blade to a whisper’s edge, now trembled with a palsy that made the restoration of the boundary map a daily act of war. The archive smelled of wet wool and the...
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