The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron gates of the Conservatory did not creak. They opened with a hydraulic hiss, silent as a held breath. Elara stood before them. Her hands were shaking. Not from cold. The air inside was sterile. Controlled. It smelled of ozone and crushed lavender. She was small. They all were. The children of the debtors. The unpaid. The forgotten. Inside, the hall was vast. White marble. No seams. No...

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