The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air smelled of ozone and old paper. It was a sharp, metallic scent. It clung to the back of my throat. I coughed. The sound was dry. It echoed in the high vaulted ceiling. We stood in the Hall of Records. It was vast. It was empty. The floor was polished oak. It reflected the gray light from the high windows. "Look at it," said Arthur. His voice was low. He held the object in his hands. It...

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