The Faded Portrait

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Thorne. The name was not a greeting but a command, spat out by the fluorescent hum of the Bureau’s new directive, a bureaucratic syllable that tasted of ozone and stale coffee. You stood in the center of the processing hall, the linoleum cold through the soles of your boots, watching the angle of the afternoon light slice across the filing cabinets, illuminating the dust motes that drifted like...

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