The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The paste was cold, a gray sludge that clung to the inside of Elias’s mouth with the tenacity of wet clay, and he watched Mara push it toward the back of her throat with a mechanical, hollow-eyed precision that signaled the sedative was holding. She was forty, the same age as him, but her hands trembled with a palsy that belonged to a woman of eighty, and the nutrient ration, cost-effective and...

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