The Faded Ruin
The count had reached forty-two minutes before the first crack in the seal gave way, a sound like a knuckle popping in a silent room. Elias Vane sat across from Director Halloway in the sterile, windowless dormitory of the State Archive, the air thick with the smell of ozone and old paper, while the director spoke of efficiency metrics and resource anomalies with the calm precision of a man...
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