The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The folder in my hands was warm from the friction of my palms, the cardboard edges soft and frayed where I had opened and closed it a hundred times. I sat across from Director Halloway, watching him peel the label off a coffee cup with the slow, deliberate care of a man who had all the time in the world. The room smelled of stale paper and industrial cleaner, a scent that had seeped into the...

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