The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

Act I "You cannot drink that here," I said, my voice sounding thin and foreign in the cold air of the rented room. The journalist, a local man named Schmidt who smelled of stale tobacco and cheap coffee, looked at me with eyes that had seen too many appeals fail at the immigration office. I held the vial of Memory Tonic, the glass sweating in my palm, the liquid inside a deep, viscous black...

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