The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The lever was cold, a slab of brushed steel that hummed with a low, electric thrum against Elias Thorne’s palm. He stood in the center of the execution chamber, the air thick with the scent of ozone and stale sweat, his eyes fixed on the man strapped to the chair. The dissident, a gaunt man with a scar bisecting his lip, did not struggle. He simply looked up at Elias, his face a mirror of...

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