The Faded Road
The air in the Ministry archive was not merely stale; it was a physical weight, a damp, fibrous pressure that settled into the pores of the skin and lingered long after one had left the room, and as you sat across from Director Vane, the silence between you was so thick it seemed to possess its own texture, a viscous medium in which your words would have to struggle to travel. You, Elias...
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