The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ink on the divorce papers was still wet when the scratching started. I sat in the sterile, grey corridor of the Ministry of Memory, the document heavy in my hand, a final severance that left me hollowed out and desperate for a purpose to fill the void. Clara had signed without looking at me, her face a mask of polite indifference, and now that the legal bond was broken, I felt the silence...

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