The Faded Bouquet
The quota notice read: Lotus bloom required by dawn. Penalty: forfeiture of breath. Jiro Saito stood in the courtyard, the rain slicking the printed streets of the dome. He was thirty-two, an Imperial Guard, and his hands shook not from the cold but from the debt that crushed the village. The lotus in the central pond glowed, a white eye in the dark water. It only bloomed for those who had shed...
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