The Faded Portrait
The silence did not break; it shattered. It happened with the sharp, finality of a pane of glass giving way to a sudden gust, leaving Margaret standing in the center of the atrium of the Ministry, surrounded by the jagged remnants of the old world. She had come to file a grievance, a simple administrative correction regarding her tenure and the allocation of her desk, a task so mundane it felt...
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