The Faded Ruin
The air in the State Nutritional Institute smelled of bleach and stale ozone, a sharp, metallic tang that Elias Vance could taste even when he held his breath, and he stood in the shadow of the vaulted corridor, his ink-stained fingers trembling as he watched Director Halloway inspect the seal on the Restricted Wing with the detached precision of a man checking the calibration of a machine....
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