The Pale Altar
The crystal chandeliers above the Ministry of Internal Standards banquet hall did not merely reflect the light; they fractured it into a thousand jagged shards that danced across the white tablecloths, blinding and beautiful in their indifference. I sat at the head of the table, my silver cufflinks catching the fractured light, the metal cold against my wrists, a weight I had worn for twenty...
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