The Wistful Letter

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The banquet hall of the Ministry of Cognitive Harmonization smelled of ozone and burnt sugar, a cloying perfume that coated the back of your throat as you stood in the shadow of the mahogany pillars. Around you, the senior analysts moved with the fluid grace of predators, their silver badges catching the low, amber light of the crystal chandeliers. You were merely a Junior Archivist, a scribe...

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