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A room for Jun
On Jun's seventeenth birthday, the museum gave them a room with nothing in it. Not even a dignified crack in the floor. Beyond its tall windows, Ilexa curved around the moon's old crater, and the morning tram made its red circuit through a neighborhood that had once been somebody's unlikely proposal.
Jun had apprenticed at the Museum of Unchosen Futures for eleven months. They could polish a possibility cast without mistaking it for an antique. The silver if-glass folded borrowed memories and stated assumptions into little scenes of things that might happen. It received no messages from tomorrow. Some of its most beautiful forecasts had already been contradicted by ordinary Tuesdays.
Curator Orel offered Jun the empty room for the coming Turn Festival. 'You may change what the room is for,' she said. Jun had practiced an acceptance speech about earning their place. Instead, they asked who owned the things they might put inside.