The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the High Council chamber was not merely cold; it was sterile, scrubbed of any trace of organic life until it smelled of ozone and polished marble. Commander Elias Thorne stood at the center of the room, his spine rigid against the weight of his uniform, a garment that had begun to feel less like protection and more like a shroud. He held the quarterly audit report, a slim tablet of...

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