The Faded Dust
You stand in the climate-controlled silence of the Meridian Institute’s basement, the air thick with the scent of decaying cellulose and your own stale ambition. The ledger before you is a corpse, water-damaged and crumbling, its spine broken where the binding tape has failed. It is the 1998 Foundation Gala record, a document of such trivial institutional importance that its loss would be noted...
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