The Faded Root
The chandelier above the Grand Ballroom of the Ministry of Historical Integrity did not merely hang; it suspended, a heavy, crystalline eye staring down at the sea of black ties and white gloves, refracting the cold, sterile light into a thousand sharp, accusing fragments that danced across the faces of the men and women who had spent their lives ensuring that history remained a manageable,...
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