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She sits in her office as the work piles up. She never knew it would be this heavy a burden, to be the left hand of the Grand Inquisitor and then to be abandoned to do the work herself.

(There is a fitting end to ambitions.)

She sits in her office unaware of the burden she never knew. It is abandoned and piles up, to be handed to the next Grand Inquisitor who worked heavy-handedly and who has now left.

(There will be no more Grand Inquisitors.)

She sits in her office thinking to play the game while deluding herself that she is not. She has lied to herself so much that she cannot see it is all happening again, and again.

(There will always be such delusions.)

She sits in her office doing the work. She has nothing much else left but work. She is abandoned by the rest, but she will always have her work. She expected nothing more than that.

(There will always be someone like that.)

She sits in her office. She has a good job and she has kept it that way all along. Not for her the gulls and the subterfuge, although she could probably handle all that. Good job, eh?

(There will always be what will always be.)

Wolff, who was once Sir, walked into the Panoptikon. He said to the Russian, "Ah come on, boyo, stop taking up precious observation time. We all know where those are going. Look at something else more important, will you?"