The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The light in Sector 4 was the color of old milk, thin and sour. You counted the seconds between the hums of the ventilation fans, four, three, two, one, and woke with the taste of copper in your mouth. Your hands were stained black to the wrist, the ink wet and spreading, a sign of a truth you had not yet confessed. The walls of the cell were shifting, the concrete groaning like a knee joint...

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