The Distant Affair
The rain did not fall; it accumulated, a thick, viscous layer of gray mist that clung to the skin of the world like a second, suffocating garment. I stood in the center of the atrium, a vast, circular space that had once been a temple to a god whose name had been scrubbed from the stone, now repurposed as a processing center for the Department of Internal Stability. My uniform, a charcoal-gray...
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