The Faded Ruin
The first thing Elias Thorne noticed, as he stood before the heavy oak doors of the Municipal Health and Compliance Bureau, was the smell. It was not the sterile, antiseptic scent one might expect from a facility dedicated to the preservation of public well-being, but rather a thick, cloying aroma of rotting fruit and damp earth, a scent that seemed to seep out from the very foundation of the...
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