The Last Imperfect Thing
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In the year 2340, when death had become optional and imperfection had become illegal, the Museum of Intentional Imperfection smelled of dust.
Agent Silas Mercer detected the dust through his olfactory sensors with the same analytical precision he used to process everything: particulate matter, approximately forty microns in diameter, composed of organic debris and mineral deposits consistent with unregulated soil brought into the Consensus environment. The dust was everywhere — on the marble fl
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