The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the Bureau of Environmental Compliance tasted of ozone and stale coffee, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat and refused to be swallowed. You sat at your desk, a rectangular island in a sea of beige cubicles, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric hymn that seemed to vibrate directly against your teeth. It was 4:15 in the afternoon, the hour when the day’s...

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