The Faded Portrait

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The walls of the Ministry did not hold paint. They held breath. Elias Thorne pressed his forehead against the cold stone of Sector Four. The air tasted of copper and old dust. It was a heavy, wet taste. It stuck to the back of his throat. He was a Level Three Archivist. He did not dream. Dreaming was a violation of Protocol 7. But the walls were breathing. In. Out. In. Out. The rhythm was slow....

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