The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The banquet hall of the Ministry of Internal Security was not a place for warmth, but the air, that evening, was thick with the cloying scent of roasting lamb and the heavy, humid breath of three hundred souls in close proximity. I stood at the edge of the marble floor, my uniform pressed to a severity that felt less like dignity and more like a straitjacket, my hands clasped behind my back...

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