The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The quota board was red again, Randi Strand knew, because the ink had bled into the grain of the plywood. He stood in the boiler room of the municipal library, the place where the heat died before it reached the reading alcoves, and he watched the steam pipes sweat. The library was being cut, the budget slashed for the third year running, and with it, the quiet dignity of the town’s memory....

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