The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The letter sat on the oak desk, its seal unbroken, smelling of stale ink and the damp wool of my coat. I did not open it. I looked instead at the ledger in my hands, the pages brittle as dried leaves, the numbers inside a quiet accusation against the silence of the room. Director Vane stood by the window, his back to me, watching the gray sky press down on the cobblestones of Oakhaven. "You are...

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