The Faded Ruin
The rain in the Wastes did not wash; it corroded, turning the grey concrete of the perimeter into a slurry of chalk and rust. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the excavation site, his breath visible in the cold air, watching the drone hover above the Hollow Spire. He was forty years old, an archivist of the State Bureau of Memory, and he had spent the last decade cataloging the debris of the...
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