The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain had stopped, but the air in Sector 4 remained thick and gray, tasting of ozone and old copper. Elias Vance stood in the center of the detention block, his hands bound behind his back with magnetic clamps that hummed against his wrists. He was a large man, broad-shouldered, with the kind of stillness that usually preceded violence. But today, he was only tired. The fluorescent lights...

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