The Faded Paradox
The interrogation room was not a room but a sealed cavity within the Ministry of Internal Order, a sterile white cube suspended in the administrative underbelly of a capital that had no name on any map, where the air recycling systems hummed with the frequency of low-grade dread and the fluorescent lighting flickered with a subtle, arrhythmic pulse that seemed to synchronize with the...
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