The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The banquet hall of the Ministry of Internal Order was a cavern of polished oak and gaslight, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted pheasant, spilled wine, and the metallic tang of old authority, and you sat at the head of the long table, your uniform pressed so tight it seemed to be part of your skin, a second layer of flesh that defined you not as a man but as a function, a...

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