The Faded Ruin
The steam rose in thin, grey ribbons from the vents of the Central Calorification Unit, a ghostly breath that seemed to exhale the very life out of the room. Dr. Arthur Penhaligon sat at the edge of his desk, his fingers trembling not from the chill, but from the precise, rhythmic shudder of a man who had spent too long holding his breath. Before him lay the tablet, the ceramic vessel of the...
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