The Faded Root
The Hall of Mirrors was not, strictly speaking, a hall. It was a vast, circular atrium in the center of the Ministry of Continuity, a building that did not appear on any city map yet occupied the block where the old cathedral had stood before the sky changed its color to a permanent, bruised violet. Margaret Holloway stood at the edge of the glass, her reflection staring back at her with an...
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