The Distant Garden
The rain fell not in drops but in a continuous, gray veil that seemed to dissolve the very edges of the world as we crossed the threshold of the Ministry of Ethical Compliance, a sprawling, neo-classical monolith of stone that had stood in the center of the city for centuries, its columns chipped and stained by the soot of a thousand winters, watching us with blind, blind eyes that saw...
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