The Faded Chronicle
The tower stands. It does not move. It is a slab of grey concrete rising out of the gray city. You stand in the lobby. The air is stale. It smells of dust and old paper. You are a captain. Your uniform is clean. Your boots are black. You look at the clock. It is three o’clock. You have waited for two hours. You are here for a file. The file is in the archive room. The archive room is on the...
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