The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ledger lay open in Arthur Vane’s hands, its spine cracked and stiff, the pages a uniform, terrifying white. The smell of wet wool and coal dust hung heavy in the air of the Ministry basement, a scent that had seeped into Arthur’s skin over three years of service, but today it felt like the smell of a grave. He was thirty years old, and his fingers, usually steady enough to file the daily...

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