The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The banquet hall of the Ministry of Agrarian Continuity smelled of boiled turnips and damp wool, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat and refused to be dislodged by the sharp, metallic tang of the ceremonial wine. It was a room built for eternity, with vaulted ceilings painted in fading frescoes of harvests that had not occurred for three generations, and the air was...

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