The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

In the dim, oil-slicked twilight of his recurring dream, Arthur Penhaligon stood not in the cold iron cell that was his waking reality, but in the vast, cavernous atrium of the Ministry of Aesthetic Regulation, a place where the air tasted of copper and stale ozone and the silence was so absolute it seemed to vibrate against the eardrums like a high-pitched hum from a distant, unseen turbine....

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