The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The seal is broken. You feel the pressure drop before you hear the hiss. It is a sound like a dying lung, a wet, tearing exhalation that fills the vacuum of the Grand Hall. You are standing at the bottom of the spiral ramp, looking up. The Chancellery is not a building. It is a machine. And you are the gear that is grinding against the stone. Your hands are trembling. Not from cold. The air in...

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