The Faded Frequency
The banquet hall of the High Commission for Civic Order was a cathedral of polished mahogany and cold, sterile air, where the light from the crystal chandeliers fell in sharp, white beams that seemed to cut the shadows into pieces, illuminating the faces of the Council members who sat in a semicircle like judges on a doomsday tribunal, their expressions masked behind the rigid formality of...
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