The Golden Maze
The banquet hall of the Ministry of Temporal Regulation hummed with a low, electric vibration, a sound like a hive of bees trapped behind glass. You sat at the head of the long mahogany table, your uniform pressed to a mirror finish, the gold insignia on your collar catching the light from the crystal chandeliers. Around you, the senior officers of the Continuity Division clinked their crystal...
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