The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the Hall of Correction was not cold, as one might expect of a place devoted to the pruning of the soul, but rather possessed of a stifling, wet warmth, reminiscent of a greenhouse where the humidity had been allowed to stagnate until the glass wept, and it was in this oppressive atmosphere, where the scent of damp stone and old copper mingled with the faint, metallic tang of fear,...

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