The Distant Temple
The crystal chandeliers of the Ministry of Eternal Order cast a fractured, diamond-hard light across the banquet hall, illuminating the polished mahogany tables where the senior bureaucrats sat in rows that mirrored the rigid hierarchy of the state, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of the candelabras that seemed to burn with a steady, artificial calm. Elias Thorne, a clerk of forty...
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