The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, barred windows of the Ministry of Memory, a relentless, metallic tapping that matched the low, predatory hum emanating from the desk. Elias Thorne sat in the center of the room, his back straight, his hands resting on the cold brass surface. He was forty-two, a man who had spent twenty years cataloging the past, and he wanted...

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