The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

I remember the weight of it before I remember the sound. It was the heaviest thing I had ever held, a silver pocket watch that did not tick but swallowed the air around it. I was thirty-two years old, a clerk in the Ministry of Memory, and I had walked into the Warden’s banquet hall with my hands shaking, the heirloom of my family clutched against my chest like a stolen child. The room was a...

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