The Distant Garden

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The air in the inspection chamber tasted of ozone and old paper, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of your throat as you stood before the desk of Director Vane. You wanted your tenure, that cold, permanent seal of acceptance that would stop the Bureau of Civic Harmony from viewing you as a temporary anomaly, a variable to be corrected or discarded. The opposing force was not a person,...

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