The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The tower stood against the gray sky. It was made of glass. The glass was dirty. I cleaned it. Every day. I am old now. My hands shake. The squeegee is heavy. The building is the Ministry of Truth. A bad name. We all know it is a lie. But the building is real. It scratches. It hurts. My name is Arthur. I am the head of the maintenance staff. I have been here forty years. I know every crack. I...

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