The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the Grand Atrium of the Ministry of Continuity did not smell of dust or decay, as the old ruins of history had once been said to, but of a sterile, aggressive cleanliness that smelled of ozone and heated polymers, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a lie. It was a vast, cavernous space, a cathedral of glass and steel suspended three hundred feet above the grey sprawl...

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