The Faded Frontier

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The rain does not fall so much as it is exhaled by the bruised and swollen sky above the Capitol, a heavy, sulfurous mist that clings to the granite columns of the Hall of Records like a shroud refusing to lift, and you stand there, your uniform pressed tight against a chest that heaves with the rhythm of a bellows working in a dead mine, the brass buttons of your tunic catching the dim,...

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