The Golden Quest
You have been waiting in the antechamber of the Department of Temporal Anomalies for three hours, sitting on a chair that is slightly too low for your knees, watching the dust motes dance in the slant of afternoon light that cuts through the high, arched windows and settles upon the heavy oak floor with the slow, deliberate weight of falling snow. The air here is thick with the scent of old...
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