The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The morning light hit the filing cabinets at a forty-five-degree angle, slicing through the dust motes that hung suspended in the air like static electricity. I counted the hours, not on a clock, but in the depth of the shadows cast by the steel drawers. Fourteen hours until the shift change. Fourteen hours to finish the redaction of the 1998 Purge records. My hands rested on the edge of the...

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