The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The gale had rearranged the harbor before dawn, dragging the ferry to the mudflats where the crabs scuttled in the wet. Morag MacIntyre stood in the interrogation room, her hands bound in canvas, the ash of her knuckles staining the white cloth grey. She was thirty-two, a refugee fleet teacher, and she wanted to keep her berth mortgage paid. The Bureau Chief, a man named Callum whose face was...

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