The Faded Ruin
The letter was three inches long, the paper the color of old bandages, and it smelled of the chemical solvent they used to scrub the floors in Sector Four. I held it against the light, my thumb pressing into the crease where the Ministry’s seal had been torn off, and I read the line that ended my life as I knew it: *Classification: Sedition. Source: Personal Effects of Deceased Spouse. Action...
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