The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The air in the cell was not cold, but it had a weight to it, a dense, sterile pressure that sat on the chest like a wet wool blanket. Major Elias Thorne sat on the metal bench, his hands folded in his lap, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of fluorescent light that cut through the gloom. He knew the hour was passing, or perhaps it was standing still; time in the Bureau of...

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