The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

You’re late again. The words hit the back of my throat before I could swallow. I stood in the doorway of the holding cell, the air thick with the scent of rust and stale sweat. Silas sat on the concrete floor, his head bowed, his hands cuffed behind his back. He didn’t look up. He didn’t need to. I knew the shape of his silence. It was the same silence that lived in the gears of the Bureau,...

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