The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The brass astrolabe sat on the workbench, its surface dull with the patina of three years in silence. I, Elias Thorne, wiped the tarnish away with a rag soaked in mineral spirits, the smell sharp and chemical against the sterile air of my State apartment. My hands trembled, a rhythmic shaking that I had long ceased to attribute to age. It was fear. The Decay Audit had been posted on the...

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