The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The mortar was cold, and your hands were shaking, and you knew it was over before you even put the trowel down. "You're bleeding," said Vane. He stood in the doorway of the cellar, his coat immaculate, his face a mask of bureaucratic boredom. He did not look at the rust-colored fluid oozing from the crack in the foundation stone. He looked at your face. "I'm fine," you said. "Your clearance is...

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