The Distant Legend
The air in the Ministry of Civic Harmony was stale, smelling of floor wax and old paper, a scent that had settled into the pores of my skin over the last decade. I stood before the Director’s desk, my hands clasped behind my back, fingers digging into the nape of my neck. The room was vast, dominated by a single, massive window that looked out over the grey sprawl of the capital, but my eyes...
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