The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain in Sector Four did not fall; it hung, a suspended gray veil that smelled of ozone and old copper. I stood at the perimeter of the Glasshouse, my hand resting on the cold, smooth curve of my left forearm. The skin there was tight, unyielding, a canvas stretched over the steel that replaced my flesh. I was a Warden. I was the law. And I was leaving. The order had come down through the...

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