The Pale Echo
The silk tie was a shade of grey so pale it seemed to bleed into the beige walls of the office, a color that belonged not to the fabric but to the dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light that slanted through the high, barred windows of the Department of Internal Affairs, a place where truth was not discovered but curated, folded, and pressed flat like a specimen in a glass case, and...
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