The Pale Fracture
The silence in the Ministry of Continuity was not an absence of sound, but a physical weight, a dense, sterile atmosphere that pressed against the eardrums and settled in the marrow. I sat at my desk, the only light source in the windowless room being the harsh, fluorescent hum of the overhead fixtures that flickered with an irritating, arrhythmic pulse, illuminating the dust motes that danced...
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