The Faded Ruin
The banquet hall of the Ministry of Civic Harmony was a cavern of white marble and hushed, suffocating politeness, where the air smelled of lilies and old paper, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad taste. Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long table, his hands resting on the polished surface, fingers pale and still, while the rest of the Assembly watched him with the...
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