The Faded Ruin
Danuta Lewandowski woke with the taste of limestone grit in her mouth, the dream’s weight still pressing against her left palm as if it were a slab of cold granite. She was thirty-two, a surveyor for the Bureau of Structural Integrity, and her license had lapsed six months ago, yet she remained the only one who could read the Old Citadel’s foundations. The room in the old quarter was dark, save...
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