The reception terminal was unstaffed.
Kael stood before it and read the Bureau designation plaque a second time, as though the words might clarify themselves through repetition. Propaganda Verification Bureau, Level Nine, Administrative District. The plaque was standard issue — the same grey-white composite as every other Bureau plaque he had encountered in eleven years. There was nothing in it to read.
He waited.
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