The Wistful Saga
The chandelier in the Ministry’s grand hall swung with a heavy, rhythmic grace, casting long, trembling shadows across the polished marble floor where the elite of the Department of Internal Security gathered in their stiffest collars. Colonel Elias Thorne stood at the head of the table, his spine rigid as the steel of his sidearm, watching the crystal decanters catch the light while he forced...
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