The Distant Whispers

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The banquet hall of the Department of Internal Security smelled of stale gin and expensive, synthetic floral arrangements that had begun to wilt in the dry, recycled air, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a persistent cough, a physical manifestation of the discomfort that had settled deep into the marrow of everyone who had gathered in the windowless room on the forty-second...

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