The Wistful Witness

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I woke in the cold. The air tasted of iron and dust. I was standing on the black stone floor of the Hall of Whispers. It was vast. A cathedral of silence. The vaulted ceiling disappeared into shadow. I knew this place. I had worked here for thirty years. I was a clerk. A minor functionary in the machine of state. I wore my grey suit. I held my clipboard. My hands trembled. Not from fear. From...

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