The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Chapter One Tigran Adamyan had thirty-four years of service to his name, and the silver cufflink on his left wrist hummed against the bone like a trapped wasp. It was a relic from his father, a man who had died with the taste of brine still on his lips, and it was the only thing in the Bureau of Civic Harmony that did not feel manufactured. The office smelled of damp wool and the ozone tang of...

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