The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The iron gates of the Ministry of Continuity were not meant to be opened; they were meant to be endured. I stood before them, a speck of grey wool against the towering, soot-blackened limestone, feeling the weight of the morning fog settle into my lungs like cold water. It was the Season of Reckoning, a time when the air itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the verdicts to be inscribed...

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