The Golden Mirror
The brass plaque on your desk is tarnished, a dull gold that looks less like metal and more like dried rust. It is the only object in the office that has not been cleaned since the last regime change, or perhaps since the last war, depending on how you count the years. You are the Inspector of Antiquities, a title that sounds noble but functions as a catch-all for bureaucratic failure. Your job...
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