The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The requisition form for the annual inspection of the Iron Badge sat on the metal desk, its edges yellowed and soft as cloth. I stared at the empty line for "Condition," the pen hovering, the ink dried into a black scab on the nib. The paper smelled of wet chalk and old sweat. I did not sign it. I folded the document, tucked it into my coat pocket, and stood up. The chair legs scraped against...

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