The Distant Summer

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The chandelier in the Grand Hall of the Department of Internal Security did not flicker. It burned with a steady, surgical white light, casting no shadows, only flat, lifeless planes of color on the faces of the hundred men and women seated at the long tables. We were drinking champagne that tasted of copper and ozone. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the metallic tang...

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