The Faded Paradox
The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the sub-basement office, a rhythmic percussion that seemed to count the seconds down to your inevitable dismissal. You sat behind a desk cluttered with slide rules, topographic maps, and the heavy, leather-bound logs of the Department of Structural Integrity, your fingers tracing the grain of the wood as if searching for a fault line in the...
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