The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Chapter One Did the ink ever stop bleeding from the pages? Juliette Barbier asked this not to the room, but to the damp stone wall of the semaphore station, where the air smelled of wet wool and old rust. She was thirty-two years old, a clerk of low rank in the Ministry of Records, and her hands were stained with the black, viscous fluid that oozed from the files she was meant to catalogue. The...

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