The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ink did not smell of iron or rust, as the manuals from the Ministry of Records insisted it must. It smelled of wet earth and old blood, a scent that clung to the wool of my cardigan no matter how often I scrubbed my hands in the cold tap water of the communal sink. I was twenty-three, though I felt older in the marrow, a feeling that had settled into me like damp in the walls of our small,...

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