The Faded Paradox
You stand in the center of the Great Hall. The air is thick. It smells of old wax and dust. You are small here. The vaulted ceiling disappears into shadow. You cannot see the top. You only see the stone. You are a clerk. You work in the Archives. Your job is to file. Your job is to remember. You are not supposed to think. You are supposed to obey. You hold a letter in your hand. It is heavy....
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