The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain did not fall. It hung. It hung in the air like a grey gauze, thick and wet, pressing against the windows of the Ministry of Truth. I watched it from my desk. My hands were steady. They had always been steady. That was the point of me. I was a man of precise instruments, of calibrated lenses, of the exact angle of light required to make a lie look like the sun. I was a craftsman of the...

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