The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

"You missed the count, Miller." The voice was low. It did not shout. It did not need to. It came from the shadows of the observation deck, a place where the air tasted of recycled dust and old fear. You stood on the floor of Cell Block Four. The concrete was cold against your boots. It was a cold that seeped up through the soles, through the shins, into the marrow. You did not look up. You knew...

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