The Faded Masquerade

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The first thing you notice is the smell of wet wool and old paper, a scent that clings to the lining of your nose like a persistent ghost. You are standing in the atrium of the Ministry of Records, a vast, cavernous space where the air is thin and the light is gray, filtered through high windows that look out onto a city you no longer recognize. The war has ended, or at least the shooting has,...

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