The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Elias. The name hung in the damp air of the cellar, spoken not by Halloway but by the silence itself, a summons from the dark above. Elias clutched the ledger to his chest, the paper slick with condensation, his knuckles white against the binding. He was thirty, a junior auditor for the Ministry of Order, and for the first time in his career, he held the proof of his superior’s ruin in his...

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