The Faded Ruin
The nib of the fountain pen scratches against the heavy, cream-colored vellum, a sound that cuts through the low, thrumming hum of the ventilation shafts like a needle through wet wool. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a Senior Inspector of the Ministry of Civic Harmony, and your hand, though steady enough to sign the death warrant of a building, is trembling with a fatigue that has...
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