The Distant Garden

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The banquet hall smelled of stale copper and expensive rot. It was a Tuesday, or what passed for a Tuesday in the Bureau of Temporal Alignment, where the walls were lined with humming server racks that looked like the ribs of a great, steel beast. We gathered around a long table that stretched into the foggy distance, a table made of polished obsidian that reflected our faces back to us,...

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