The Distant Garden
Marcela Cerny stood in the center of the banquet hall, her hands trembling so violently that the crystal goblet in her grip rattled against the rim, and she announced to the assembled board of directors that by Friday she would secure the final patent for the automated bridge design, a declaration that silenced the room save for the wet, heavy sound of boots on the metal stairs outside. The air...
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