The Distant Garden

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted venison and old stone, a scent that clung to the wool of my coat long after I had stepped out into the cold night air. It was a feast for the Ministry of Continuity, a gathering that felt less like a celebration and more like a ritualistic acknowledgment of our own persistence in the face of entropy. I sat near the edge of the long mahogany table, my hands...

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