The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The fire did not roar; it whispered, a dry, papery hiss that consumed the silence of the district hall before the sirens even began to wail. You stood in the vestibule, your hands trembling not from the heat that was already licking at the doorframe, but from the terrible, electric certainty that what you had spent a decade chasing was finally, irrevocably, gone. The air smelled of ozone and...

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