The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The question was whether Harold Priddy would eat the paste, or whether he would let the silence take him. It was a simple arithmetic of survival, posed in the sterile white of Sector 4, where the air tasted of ozone and old paper. Harold stood before the rationing desk, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the hollow ache in his stomach that had become a constant companion since the...

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