The Faded Ruin
The banquet hall of the Bureau of Internal Order was a cathedral of sterile light, where the air hummed with the low, consistent frequency of the ventilation systems and the clink of crystal against porcelain. It was a night of celebration, ostensibly for the promotion of the Regional Director, but in truth it was a ritual of submission, a way for the mid-level inspectors to polish the armor of...
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