The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-22 00:46:43 -

The air in the Department of Internal Affairs did not smell of coffee or damp wool, as one might expect from a building of such bureaucratic weight, but of burnt sugar and antiseptic, a cloying, medicinal sweetness that clung to the back of the throat and refused to be spit out. Silas Vance sat in his office, a room stripped of personal warmth, facing the glass partition that separated him from...

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