The Faded Road
The collapse of the eastern wing did not occur with the cinematic roar of tectonic plates shifting, but with a sigh, a long, exhalation of dust that tasted of copper and ancient paper, settling over the grand rotunda of the Ministry of Internal Affairs like a heavy, grey shroud. I stood in the center of the atrium, my badge heavy against my chest, a cold, metallic anchor in the sudden, violent...
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