The Faded Ruin
The intake slip for Artifact 704-B lay on the steel table, its ink fading into a pale, bureaucratic grey that matched the hum of the ventilation system. You read the description, *Porcelain mask, origin unknown, condition: fractured*, and felt the cold prickle of static rise from the paper’s surface, a sensation that had no place in a room where the air was filtered to the molecule. Elias...
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