The Golden Maze
The banquet hall of the Department of Internal Integrity was a cathedral of polished mahogany and cold, fluorescent hum, a place where the air was so thick with the scent of expensive leather and stale coffee that one could almost taste the weight of the silence hanging in the rafters. We sat in a long semicircle, twelve of us, the senior investigators, our faces illuminated by the harsh,...
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