The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The form was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of ozone. You held it up to the light of your desk lamp, the angle sharp and clinical, and watched the ink shimmer before settling into the dry fiber. It was the final appeal for Clara, due to be processed by the Bureau of Civic Harmony before her twenty-second birthday in three days. Your hands did not shake, but the silence in the room...

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