The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The paper was thin, the kind that tore if you breathed on it, and the ink was a dry, bureaucratic grey that smelled faintly of ozone. Elias Thorne held it against the cold glass of the observation deck, his thumb pressing into the center of the page where the stamp had been, a red circle that looked less like a mark of authority and more like a wound that had stopped bleeding years ago. He was...

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