The Faded Ruin
The decree lay on the metal desk, stamped in red ink that smelled of rust and burnt sugar. It was a simple document, three lines of type, but it erased my life’s work in the span of a breath. All medical alchemy was banned. Somnium, the compound I had spent twelve years refining to ease the pain of the dying, was reclassified as a narcotic weapon. I signed the receipt of the order, my hand...
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