The Golden Quest
The train smelled of wet wool and stale coffee, a scent that clung to Eleanor’s grey cardigan as she sat by the window, watching the grey London sprawl blur into the darker shapes of the suburbs. She was a mid-level auditor for the municipal housing authority, a position that required a precision of soul she no longer possessed. Her job was to verify the legitimacy of claims, to ensure that the...
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