The Wistful Skyline

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The rain hits the wet stone of the corridor, a rhythmic drumming that sounds like static on a dead radio channel. You are walking. Your boots are heavy, soaked through with the cold water that seeps up from the drainage grates. The air smells of damp wool and old iron. You are in the Hall of Records, a place that does not exist on any map, a sub-basement of the Ministry where the truth is...

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