The Golden Myth
The office of the Department of Anomalous Records smelled of stale coffee and the distinct, metallic tang of ozone that seemed to cling to the walls no matter how often the ventilation system cycled. It was a place where light did not behave as it should, where shadows pooled in corners that should have been illuminated, and where the silence was so heavy it felt less like an absence of sound...
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