The Faded Root
The banquet hall of the Continental Logistics Authority hums with the specific, high-pitched frequency of a thousand air conditioning units struggling to cool the collective anxiety of the mid-level management class, and you sit at the head of a long table upholstered in synthetic velvet that smells faintly of ozone and expensive perfume, watching the candlelight flicker against the polished...
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