The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The inspection slip was damp, the ink of the Chief’s signature bleeding into the cheap paper like a bruise. You held it in your left hand, the one that still trembled from the cold, while your right hand smoothed the frayed edge of the shawl wrapped tight around your shoulders. It was the only thing you owned that was not issued by the Bureau of Textiles, a scrap of wool your mother had knitted...

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