The Gilded Cage of Logic
The mahogany doors of the Cabinet Office closed with a heavy, final thud, sealing Arthur Sterling inside a silence that felt like a burial. Outside, London was a smog-choked beast, but inside, everything was pristine, calculated, and dead. Arthur looked at the map of the Empire. It was no longer a map of land and sea, but a map of flows—of coal, of tea, of human labor—all optimized by the...
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