This collection is not a genre exercise. It is a mythic archive-assembled from ensemble chaos, editorial mercy, and the absurd choreography of civic grief. These stories were not written to entertain. They were written to testify. To dignify the expendable. To honor the piccolo solo played in a boardroom, a reception hall, or a hospital room where someone whispered crumpled hotdogs and meant it. Some pieces began as satire. Others as elegy. All of them became ritual. This is not a book. It is a cathedral of wonder. Welcome.
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