The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The vial was cold against his palm, a smooth, unyielding cylinder of glass that felt like a bone. "Are you sure, Sergeant? The Governor expects it by noon. The forms must be filed in triplicate before the ink dries." Thorne did not look up from the ledger. The paper was coarse, gritty under his thumb, stained with the greasy residue of the factory floor. He was thirty-two, though the lines...

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