The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The morning light in the Hall of Records was pale and indifferent, filtering through high windows that had not been cleaned in decades. It illuminated the dust motes dancing in the still air, a slow, silent storm that settled upon the ledgers and the bound volumes of history. Thomas Bradshaw moved through the aisles with the quiet dignity of a man who had long since stopped expecting the world...

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