The Faded Ruin
The fluorescent lights in the basement of the Municipal Records Bureau hummed with a frequency that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth, a low, persistent vibration that seemed to resonate with the hollow space inside his chest where his life used to be. He sat alone in the dim alcove of Sub-Level 4, the air conditioned to a sterile sixty-eight degrees, and his hands trembled as he gazed at the...
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