The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Thorne. The word hung in the air of the Ministry’s lower corridor, heavy and wet, smelling of ozone and old varnish. Elias stopped mid-step, his hand still resting on the cold brass of the filing cabinet, and turned to face the man who had called him. Director Halloway stood at the end of the hall, his silhouette framed by the dim, flickering gaslight that barely penetrated the gloom of the...

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