The Wistful Throne

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The air in the atrium tasted of ozone and stale tea, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat like a secret I could not swallow. We stood in a circle, not of chairs, but of light, a pale, humming geometry that hummed with the frequency of the Grid. It was not a room, not truly, but a suspended state, a bubble of consensus floating somewhere above the gray sprawl of New London. Here,...

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