The Wistful Crossroads
"You look like a man who has forgotten how to swallow," said the Director, his voice a dry rasp that seemed to scrape against the high, vaulted ceilings of the Ministry of Continuity. He did not look up from the document he was signing, a red ink blot spreading across the white paper like a wound that refused to close. "The tea is cold, Elias. It has been cold since dawn. Do you want it hot, or...
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