The Golden Circuit
The train pulls into the station with a shudder that travels up through the soles of your boots, a vibration that feels less like arrival and more like a settling of bones. You step out into the grey November air, the smell of coal smoke and wet wool hanging heavy in the damp. This is the Ministry of Internal Harmony, a building that does not wish to be looked at directly, its facade a pale,...
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