The Pale Fracture
The banquet hall of the Ministry of Civic Harmony glowed with a light so pale and absolute that it seemed to bleach the color from the very air, leaving only the sharp, sterile white of the chandeliers and the smooth, unblemished surfaces of the long tables where the elite of the industrial age sat in rows of perfect, silent alignment. You sit at the far end, your posture rigid, your hands...
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