The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the Ministry of Textile Compliance did not smell of wool or dye, but of ozone and the sharp, metallic tang of recycled fear. Twelve-year-old Elias Ashworth stood before the heavy oak desk of Director Halloway, his small hands trembling as he clutched a length of fabric that shimmered with an iridescent, impossible warmth. It was a scarf, woven from the Old Weave, a relic from before...

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