The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Thorne, you are late again. The voice belonged to Director Halloway, and it carried the flat, metallic ring of a tool dropped on concrete. I stood in the corridor of the Ministry of Aesthetics, my hand still resting on the brass railing, feeling the cold seep into the knuckles. The air here smelled of ozone and stale coffee, a pungent mix that always meant the ventilation systems were...

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