The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The banquet hall of the Obsidian Bureau did not smell of roasting goose or spiced wine, as the old-world feasts had, but of ozone, burnt copper, and the metallic tang of static discharge. It was a celebration of the Third Harmonic Stabilization, a victory for the Ministry of Atmospheric Control, and I sat at the head table, my uniform pressed to a mirror shine, my hands trembling beneath the...

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