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The Shadow Ministers sit in the benches behind the government, wearing hooded robes in sombre hues, adorned with darkly-gleaming gems of fabulous antiquity and dubious provenance, aping their assigned Minister's every move, mimicking what they say in a sepulchrous whisper that duplicates the Minister's words but with a sinister twist, creating a tenebrouous mockery that hints at some unimagined doom. Each Minister dreads the day when he or she is divested of power, and must don an ashen shroud and join the eerie, muttering throng themselves. |
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