The Faded Ruin
The rain hammered against the high, barred windows of the Ministry of Order, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of your bones. You stood before the desk of Director Halloway, your hands clasped so tightly behind your back that the knuckles whitened, a testament to the restraint you had cultivated over twelve years of service. You were not here to beg. You were here to...
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