The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream was not a vision but a ledger. I saw columns of numbers, red ink bleeding into the white paper, and the smell of ozone and stale coffee. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth, the digital clock on the nightstand blinking 4:12 AM. The room was cold. It was always cold in the dormitory, a damp chill that seeped through the thin walls of the Ministry of Allocation. I dressed in the...

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