The Golden Quest
The water in the tank was not clear, but it was not dirty, either. It was the color of old tea, or perhaps the color of the specific silence that had settled over David Halloway’s office for the last three weeks. He sat at his desk, a man who had spent forty years organizing other people’s mistakes into neat, bindable files, and he watched the dust motes dance in the single beam of afternoon...
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