The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The count began with the hours, a sterile tally of the minutes remaining until the Ministry’s doors sealed for the evening shift. Elias Vane stood in the corridor, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm against the cold steel of the railing, counting the steps to the Director’s office: one, two, three, four, a steady cadence that matched the throb of his pulse. He needed a permanent housing...

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