The Distant Garden
The air in the Department of Sanitary Inspection tastes of copper and old paper, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and settles into the creases of your skin, a flavor you have grown so accustomed to that you no longer recognize it as taste but rather as a second breath, a heavy, industrial lung that expands and contracts with the rhythm of the pneumatic pumps. You are standing...
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