The Faded Portrait
The fluorescent lights of the Northern Consolidation Authority hummed with a low, persistent frequency that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth before he heard it in his ears. He stood in the center of the waiting hall, a sterile expanse of beige plastic and reinforced glass where the air was scrubbed clean of scent, temperature, and individuality, clutching a folder of documents that felt heavier...
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