The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the Hall of Records did not smell of dust, as one might expect from a place devoted to the preservation of the past, but of ozone and burnt copper, a sharp, metallic tang that clung to the back of the throat and refused to be washed away. It was the smell of the Great Engine, the massive, humming apparatus that sat in the center of the rotunda, a beast of brass and glass that...

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