The Distant Joke
The chandeliers in the Great Hall of the Imperial Rail Ministry swung gently, casting a web of fractured light over the sea of black coats and white gloves. It was the annual gala for the fiscal year 1893, a night of champagne and calculated smiles, where the fate of thousands of miles of track was decided over oysters and caviar. I stood near the pillar, adjusting the silver brooch at my...
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