The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

"Process it by midnight, Elara, or you’re out of the quota." Halloway’s voice is dry, like paper tearing. You do not look up. Your hands are around the Faded Ruin, a cracked ceramic bowl the size of a grapefruit, its surface pitted with age and a low, painful hum that vibrates through your palms. The air in the archive is cold, recycled, smelling of dust and damp concrete. You are thirty-two....

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