The Wistful Mirror

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The rain was not falling so much as it was being pressed into the asphalt by the weight of the city’s indifference, a grey, static hum that seemed to vibrate in the bones of the old stone building where the Bureau of Internal Affairs held its court, a place where the air was always too dry, filtered through industrial scrubbers that stripped the scent of the street away and left only the...

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