The Faded Ruin
The ledger is heavy in your hands, its leather cover worn smooth by years of bureaucratic friction. It sits on the desk before you, a black rectangle in the grey light of the office. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a structural engineer for the city of Oakhaven, and you are here to save your wife. The air in the room is stale, smelling of dust and the metallic tang of the ink used...
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