The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the archive smelled of dust and ozone, a scent you had long since stopped distinguishing from the smell of your own fear. You sat at the heavy oak desk, the one that had belonged to the first Director, and stared at the vial in your hand. It was small, no larger than a thimble, filled with a liquid that shifted from a pale amber to a deep, arterial red as the light from the overhead...

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