The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The banquet hall of the Iron Works was a cathedral of smoke and grease, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted pork and machine oil. You sat at the head of the long oak table, your hands trembling beneath the linen napkin, as the workers raised their mugs in a toast to the new director. They did not know that you were the one who had ordered the strike broken. They did not know that...

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