The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ink was still wet on the final line of the letter when the nosebleed started, a thin, hot ribbon of crimson that dripped onto the grey blotter and stained the white paper with the color of old rust. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, leaving a smear of red against my palm, and looked up at the wall that separated my office from the void of Sector 4. It was not a wall of brick or...

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