The Wistful Witness
Salvador Zepeda stood in the corridor of the Ministry of Atmospheric Stability, clutching a ceremonial sash that had begun to fray at the hem, a tangle of synthetic fibers that smelled faintly of ozone and old sweat. He was forty years old, an airlock maintenance chief with twelve years of service logged against his name, and he wanted the Director’s signature on his tenure renewal, a document...
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