The Faded Ruin
The appeal was denied, Director Halloway said, his voice flat as a sheet of metal, citing your own service record as proof of your instability. You stood in the center of the office, the air conditioning humming a low, ceaseless note that vibrated in your teeth, while he slid the stamped form across the desk. The paper was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of the chemical preservatives...
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