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A colossal, sentient clockwork orchid blooms in the heart of a forgotten subway station beneath a city that never existed, its petals forged from brass and tempered steel, each one etched with the faded blueprint of a lost civilizations dream. The flowers stamen pulses with a slow, rhythmic lightneither fire nor electricity, but the accumulated glow of a thousand whispered apologies, stored in a crystalline core that hums with the frequency of regret. Around it, the walls are covered in peeling wallpaper made of dried ink and expired memories, curling like dead leaves under the dim, greenish light of a single, flickering sodiumvapor bulb. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and old paper, and the

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