The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the Hall of Records is sterile. It tastes of ozone and old dust. I sit at Desk 402. My hands are steady. They have always been steady. I am a Level 4 Archivist. I do not create. I preserve. I watch the clock. The clock does not care if I am dying. The screen glows blue. It is the color of bruised skin. Data streams across it. Names. Dates. Verdicts. I am looking for one name. It is...

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