The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The glass had been warm under my palm for three days, a small, faceted diamond I had pulled from the gut of a vending machine in the break room of the Ministry of Narrative Correction, a place where the air always tasted of ozone and the distinct, metallic tang of suppressed panic, and I kept turning it over, letting the light of the fluorescent tubes fracture through its clear, unblemished...

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