The Arithmetic of Air

On Erebus Station the air is rationed by vote, and the Teller who counts the ballots has always trusted the numbers — until the day he audits them himself.

The Gift of Vigil

They didn't take sleep by force — they offered it, and we signed. A world that abolished the night learns too late what the dark had quietly been forgiving.

The Lucky One

On the morning they told me I would never die, I was fixing a toilet. Every generation, one citizen wins forever. That year it was a plumber.

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