The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The banquet hall of the Ministry of Cultural Preservation smelled of roasted goose and old dust. It was a smell that clung to the velvet drapes, heavy and suffocating. Thomas stood at the periphery, his tuxedo stiff against his skin. He watched the chandeliers sway slightly in the draft from the open windows. They were crystal, intricate cages of light. Below, the ministers drank. They laughed...

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