The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not wash the soot from the windows of the Central Processing Bureau; it merely dissolved it into a grey slurry that ran in weeping lines down the glass, blurring the view of the coal yards beyond. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of heated paper. Elias Thorne sat at his heavy oak desk, the wood polished by decades of hands...

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