The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain hits the glass. It sounds like static. I wipe the condensation away. My hand shakes. I check the badge. It is heavy. It is cold. "Report," I say. My voice is flat. I force it flat. "Nothing," he says. His name is Eli. He is young. His eyes are red. He looks at the floor. He looks at the wall. He does not look at me. "Nothing," I repeat. We stand in the apartment. It is small. The air...

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