The Faded Ruin
The rain fell in sheets against the reinforced glass of the Sector 4 perimeter, a rhythmic, mechanical drumming that masked the crunch of boots on wet gravel. Sergeant Elias Thorne did not look up from the haptic display floating before his eyes, his fingers dancing through the holographic schematics of the detention wing with the precise, detached fluidity of a surgeon. He was not thinking of...
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