The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The paper on the kitchen table was thin, gray, and smelled of machine oil. I signed it. My hand did not shake. I had served the Ministry of Order for twelve years, and a man who shakes has already lost. The notice was a Loyalty Audit. My brother, Thomas, had been seen near the factory gates. The ink was black, the font sans-serif, and the deadline was forty-eight hours. I looked at the clock on...

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