The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Thorne. The name hung in the sterile air of the Ministry of Aesthetics, sharp as a scalpel. Elias looked up from his desk. The linoleum was white, blinding, smelling of lemon polish and old fear. Director Vane stood in the doorway, his suit pressed to a rigid geometry that Elias found personally offensive. "Catalogue the intake," Vane said. His voice was dry, devoid of the warmth they had...

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