The Distant Joke
The glass facade of the Ministry did not shatter; it exhaled. It was a sound like a long, shuddering breath finally released after an age of holding its tongue, a crystalline sigh that cascaded down the forty floors of the brutalist tower, turning the skyline into a field of falling stars that were not stars but shards of our own reflection, tumbling through the grey, indifferent air of the...
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