The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The marrow of Silas Vane’s left hand was a shattered mosaic of calcium and regret, the bone fragments grinding against one another with the rhythmic, terrible precision of a millstone grinding grain, a sensation that had become the primary vocabulary of his existence within the subterranean corridors of the Ministry of Temporal Alignment. He stood now in the center of the Processing Chamber, a...

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