The Distant Garden

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The banquet hall of the Ministry of Antiquities was a cavern of gold leaf and stale wine, where the air hung thick with the perfume of lilies and the metallic tang of ambition. You stood at the edge of the room, a clerk of forty years whose hands trembled not from age but from the low, resonant hum that only you could hear, a vibration that seemed to originate from the stone walls of the Hall...

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