The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the unit tasted of recycled ozone and old sweat. It was a thick, metallic tang that coated the tongue. I wiped my mouth with the back of a gloved hand. The leather was cracked. It wept oil. I am a Warden. My job is to hold the line. To keep the noise down. To keep the bodies still. The Sector is a maze of concrete bones. We live in the hollows. We eat what the vents dispense. We...

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