The Faded Ruin
"The vial is cracked, Sergeant." Elias Thorne looked down at the glass in his hand. It was a slender tube of state-issued Soma, the liquid inside a pale, viscous blue that caught the dim light of the ward. A hairline fracture ran from the base to the neck, a jagged scar that had appeared only moments ago, as if the glass itself had rejected its contents. He turned it over, feeling the weight of...
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