The Golden Cellar
You stand in the basement of the Ministry, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete and old paper. It is a room that exists only on maps and in the minds of those who have lost their way, a sub-level beneath the sub-levels, where the walls are lined with oak shelving that stretches up into a darkness you cannot quite see. You are the Auditor. Your name is Marcus Thorne, though here, in...
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