The Golden Quest
You have spent the last three years polishing the brass fittings of your uniform until they gleamed like cold stars, a ritual that has become the only prayer you know. The Institution, a sprawling edifice of grey stone and glass that seems to have grown out of the fog itself, stands before you not as a place of work but as a monolith of judgment. You are a senior inspector, a man who has built...
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