The Pale Garden
The pale roses in your office are dying, turning to grey ash that slips through your fingers like wet sand, and you know that this is not a botanical failure but a bureaucratic rejection of your lineage. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a senior inspector in the Ministry of Internal Security, and you need the promotion to Director by the end of the month to secure your place in the hierarchy,...
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