The Pale Echo
The silence that fell over the Grand Hall of the Ministry of Internal Security was not an absence of sound but a physical weight, a thick, suffocating fog that settled into the lungs of every man and woman present, erasing the faint hum of the ventilation systems and the distant, muffled thunder of rain against the high, arched windows that framed the grey, rain-slicked cityscape below. Colonel...
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