The Faded Ruin
The fluorescent tube above the table buzzed with a low, persistent whine that seemed to drill directly into the center of Elias Thorne’s skull. He sat rigid, his hands clasped tightly in his lap, fingers white-knuckled against the fabric of his trousers. Across the sterile table, Officer Halloway adjusted his spectacles, the movement slow and deliberate, a small mechanical sound that cut...
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