The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The Grand Hall of the Ministry of Atmospheric Regulation was a cavern of polished obsidian and humming copper, a place where the air itself was taxed, weighed, and bottled before it could touch the lungs of the citizens. I stood at the center of the dais, my armor not of steel but of regulation grey wool, stiff with the residue of a thousand inspections, my hands clasped behind my back in the...

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