The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The vial is for Silas, not for you. Keep your hands clean, Thorne. I held the glass up to the grey light of the corridor. The liquid inside pulsed with a faint, sickly amber glow, like honey left out in the sun until it turned to sludge. Director Halloway stood behind me, his breath shallow, the smell of stale tobacco and antiseptic clinging to his wool coat. We were in the basement of the...

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