The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ink is wet on the form. You press the nib into the paper, the scratch of the tip a small, sharp sound in the silent archive. The light from the high windows is turning yellow, casting long, thin shadows across the linoleum floor where the dust motes hang suspended like dead flies. Your hand trembles, a fine vibration that you hide by pressing your shoulder against the desk. You are Elias...

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