The Faded Apartment

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The ink on the file was still wet. It was a dark, viscous blue, the kind used only for official records in the Ministry of Civic Order. It sat on the heavy oak desk, a small, perfect pool of darkness in the center of the white page. Margaret stared at it. She did not blink. The light in the room was gray, filtered through the high, barred windows that looked out over the slate roofs of the...

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