The Distant Promise
The departure from the Hall of Mirrors was not a walking away but a severing, a violent tearing of the self from the reflection that had held it for forty years, a rupture so profound that the air itself seemed to thin, becoming a brittle glass that Edward Ashworth could feel cracking against his temples as he stood before the great, vaulted chamber of the Ministry of Internal Resonance, where...
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