The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-17 18:15:32 -

The iron gates of the Ministry were locked, but the air inside was not. It tasted of ozone and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as I ran. I was not running away; I was running toward the heart of the storm, a small, insignificant clerk in a gray suit, clutching a leather satchel to my chest as if it contained a beating heart. My hands trembled, not from the cold that...

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