The Faded Root
Dirk Schouten asked the mirror if it was ready to trade places. The glass in the Ministry of Memory did not reflect him. It showed a man with his own face, but the posture was wrong, slumped in the chair behind the desk, holding a pen with a grip that looked like a bruise. The man in the glass, whom the staff called the Chief, though no one had ever seen him leave the room, looked at Dirk with...
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