This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    Rocky and irregular walls whose shape I only discern, barely. Enough to see the difference when they get taken over by smooth and carved stones.


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    What were the Ruins before they became the Ruins? I never knew. A castle? A village? This is too large to have been the home of only a handful of people.


    I scrape the tip of my fingers on the walls, ignoring the prickling sensation of the centuries old cement and the dust I stain my shirt with.


    Had I ever found what was originally the purpose of the Corridor?


    The dampness is such that my eyes are damp too. Goddamn spring


    You will be free