The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the Hall of Records did not smell of dust, as one might expect of a place where time is archived and forgotten. It smelled of ozone, of the sharp, metallic tang of ionized rain, and beneath that, the sweet, cloying scent of overripe plums. I stood before the Great Stacks, the towering shelves of obsidian glass that held the memories of the city, and I felt the familiar itch in my...

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