The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The order was clear. Take the artifact. Secure it. Do not look directly at the light. You stood at the edge of the moor, the rain slicking your uniform, the weight of the brass cylinder in your hand a cold, familiar anchor. You were a soldier of the Bureau, a man who had seen the strange, the wrong, the impossible. You had learned to look away. You had learned that looking was a kind of death....

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