The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The morning the Institute of Aesthetic Continuity dissolved the last of my mother’s wardrobe, I was standing in the central atrium, watching the dust motes dance in the shafts of pale, sterile light that cut through the high, unadorned windows. The air smelled of ozone and old paper, a scent that had permeated the very fibers of my skin over the last decade, a smell that tasted of order and the...

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