The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the Hall of Calibration did not smell of dust, as one might expect from a place built to preserve the integrity of the mind, but rather of ozone and burnt sugar, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of the throat and suggested the slow, chemical decay of human consciousness. Margot Vane stood at the far end of the long, curved amphitheater, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her...

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