The Faded Ruin
The morning light in the State Clinic of St. Jude’s fell in pale, sterile shafts through the high, arched windows, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the air like suspended ash. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the laboratory, his white coat immaculate, holding a vial of the mandatory Clarity tonic between his thumb and forefinger. The glass was cracked, a hairline fracture running...
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