The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The morning light did not break through the dust motes dancing in the high arched windows of the Ministry of Public Works; rather, it seemed to be swallowed by the heavy, velvet drapes that hung like funeral shrouds from the iron girders, a visual metaphor for the suffocating weight of the bureaucratic machinery I had devoted my life to serving, a machine that had chewed me up and spat me out...

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