The Wistful Skyline
You are standing in the center of the rotunda, your heels sinking slightly into the plush, crimson carpet that has seen more power shifts than most nations, and you are screaming, not because you are angry, but because the air in the room has turned into a solid, suffocating block of silence that presses against your eardrums with the weight of deep ocean trenches, a silence so profound it...
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