The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The syringe was empty. Mara watched the last drop of saline bead on the plunger, trembling in the sterile light of the Intake Ward. Outside, the rain lashed against the reinforced glass, a gray blur against the black skyline of the Citadel. Inside, the air smelled of ozone and antiseptic, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of her throat. She wiped the needle with a cloth, her hands...

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