The Faded Chronicle

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The smell of burnt sugar and ozone is the first thing that hits you, a thick, cloying fog that settles in your lungs and tastes like the metallic tang of old pennies mixed with the cloying sweetness of overripe peaches, and you are standing in the middle of the Great Hall of the Ministry of Civic Harmony, your hands bound at the wrists by ropes that feel less like hemp and more like the veins...

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