The Pale Echo
The air in the antechamber of the Department of Administrative Ethics did not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect in a building that had stood since the post-war expansion, but of antiseptic, of the sharp, metallic tang of ozone from the climate control systems, and of the faint, cloying sweetness of the peppermint candies that sat in a ceramic bowl on the receptionist’s desk, candies...
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