The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

"You’re holding it upside down, Farhad." The voice came from the fog, wet and close, smelling of ozone and old wool. Farhad Farahani did not turn. He stood in the center of the maintenance airlock, his boots sinking into the sludge of the Old Quarter, the stolen ledger clutched against his chest like a shield made of paper. The rain outside was not rain; it was the condensation of the dome’s...

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