The Golden Downtown

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The velvet glove is tight against your palm, a second skin stitched from the memory of your father’s hands, and you are standing in the center of the Grand Atrium of the Ministry of Internal Order, where the marble floors are so polished they reflect the chandeliers like a dark, starless sky, and the air is thick with the scent of beeswax and the metallic tang of old fear. You are not supposed...

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