The Distant Garden
The banquet hall of the Grand Hotel Aeterna was a cathedral of glass and steel, illuminated by chandeliers that hung like suspended galaxies, casting a cold, prismatic light over the hundreds of guests who had gathered to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of the Department of Civic Integrity. Arthur Penhaligon stood at the edge of the room, his uniform immaculate, the brass buttons of his...
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