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... , its towering glass walls shrouded by metallic blinds that sliced the sunlight into narrow beams. At the room’s heart stood a circular table, its crimson surface worn and etched with fading symbols of unity.
"See? It’s been thirty years, your ideals have long been outdated," many sat at a round table. A man, who seemed to be in his late thirties, his wrinkles now coming to age and his black hair combed over the spots of his shame.
Many guards lined the pristine walls, their gaze ...
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