The Faded Portrait

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You are standing in the center of the great hall of the Bureau of Internal Affairs, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper, your hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of what you are about to say. The chandeliers above cast a pale, jaundiced light over the polished oak desks, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the stagnant air like tiny, dying...

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