The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ink was dry before the door closed. In the high, vaulted halls of the Ministry of Memory, the air tasted of dust and old paper. It was a place where time did not pass but accumulated, settling in the corners like a heavy, grey silt. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, a low wooden table scarred by decades of careless pens and dropped cups. He was a man who had lived his entire life inside...

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