The Distant Nightmare

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The banquet hall of the Ministry of Internal Stability did not smell of food but of ozone and old stone, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a second skin, and as I stood there in the shadow of a marble pillar that had once been part of a temple to some forgotten god, I felt the weight of my own existence pressing against the ribs of my body with a force that was both physical and...

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