The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The stone of the Ministry did not merely stand; it breathed. Elias Vane, a junior clerk of thirty years, pressed his palm against the damp wall of the archive, feeling the cold pulse of the masonry beneath his skin. He wanted the Hall of Whispers restored. It was the only path to promotion, the only way to secure a position that would afford him the private doctors his wife, Mara, desperately...

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