The Faded Ruin
Chapter One I am writing this because the silence in the cell is louder than the rain outside, and I need to record what happened before the Bureau erases it, or me. I am Dolores Castañeda, thirty-four years old, a Border Warden with two decades of service, and I have been stripped of my badge, my pension, and my sanity in a single administrative order. It feels like a lightness that terrifies...
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