The Distant Nightmare
The audit began at dawn. The light was gray and thin, slicing through the blinds of the conference room. It fell on the documents spread before us. They were neat. They were orderly. They were lies. I sat at the head of the table. My hands were still. They were trained to be still. I had spent twenty years in the service. I had held my ground when the world shook. I had kept my composure when...
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