The Faded Ruin
The light in the Atrium was a sick, yellow smear, filtered through layers of glass that had not been cleaned in a decade. Elias stood before the desk of Director Halloway, his lungs tight, the first dry cough of the Season rattling in his chest like a loose gear. "Elias," Halloway said. His voice was soft, the voice of a man who had long ago traded volume for precision. "You are here about the...
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