The Wistful Throne
The cold, damp weight of a ceramic mug sits in your hands, the glaze chipping away to reveal the rough, porous clay beneath, and you stare at the ring of tea stains accumulating on the desk like a topographic map of your own stagnation. You are Elena, thirty-four, a mid-level archivist at the Ministry of Cultural Preservation, and you want the permanent tenure that will save your estranged...
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