The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The clock on the wall ticked with the heavy, oily rhythm of a machine running on fumes. Elias Thorne counted the hours left in his shift. Fourteen minutes until the border gate closed for the night. He needed one more signature. One more body logged in Sector 4 to hit the quota that secured his pension. The air in the booth smelled of stale coffee and the metallic tang of the wire outside. He...

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