The Faded Ruin
The rain in Sector 4 did not wash; it settled. It was a gray, persistent film that coated the brickwork of the rationing office, turning the city into a monochrome sketch of its former self. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the wood polished smooth by twenty years of friction, and stared at the digital ledger on his screen. The numbers were wrong. They were always wrong, but today the discrepancy...
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