The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the Sub-Basement of the Ministry of Cognitive Alignment smelled of ozone and wet concrete. It was a sterile, industrial scent, one that Elias Thorne had learned to associate with the taste of copper in his own throat. He sat in a molded plastic chair, his hands folded in his lap, waiting. The chair was too small for his frame, pressing against his ribs, a physical reminder of the...

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