The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the archive tasted of damp wool and old paper. I sat in the corner, my back against the cold brick, listening to the hum of the ventilation system. It was a low, constant drone, like a bee trapped in a jar. Outside, the rain lashed against the high windows, blurring the streetlights into streaks of amber and gray. My name is Elias Thorne, and for the last three months, I have been...

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