The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The pale light in the West Wing did not come from the windows. It came from the air itself, a translucent fog that pooled in the corners where the dust motes danced in slow, suspended orbits. I am Mara, thirty-two years old, a junior archivist at the Ministry of Cultural Preservation, and I have six days left to secure my permanent tenure. The deadline is not a suggestion; it is the only thing...

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