The Distant Garden

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The banquet hall of the Ministry of Structural Integrity was a cathedral of glass and steel, suspended above the fog-choked city, where the air smelled of ozone and expensive, synthetic lavender. I stood at the far end of the long table, my hands resting on the polished mahogany, feeling the cold seep through the leather of my gloves, a sensation that had become my primary mode of communication...

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