The Faded Chronicle

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The soup was cold, a thick, grey sludge that smelled of boiled cabbage and old pennies. Elias sat in the corner of the cafeteria, a space that was less a room and more a sterile extension of the fluorescent lights above. The institution had no name that mattered, only a number stamped on the intake form, a series of digits that had replaced his surname, his history, and his face. He was Unit...

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