The Wistful Skyline
The light in the Ministry of Records has a specific weight, a pale, surgical quality that pools on the linoleum floors and refuses to warm the stone walls, and I have spent the last twelve hours counting the seconds between the tick of the clock and the hum of the ventilation system, measuring the exact duration of my own silence against the rigid, unyielding hierarchy that governs this place,...
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