The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The taste of iron was always the first sign. It sat on the back of your tongue, a metallic tang that preceded the grey sludge of the nutrient paste. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, a mid-level archivist in the Ministry of Sustenance, and you wanted only your pension. You wanted the quiet dignity of a life lived in service, cataloging the dead and feeding the living with the state’s...

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