The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The air in the atrium smelled of wet concrete and ozone. It was a sharp, metallic scent that coated the back of your throat. You stood still. Your shoes were polished. Your tie was knotted tight. The fluorescent lights hummed above. They did not flicker. They never flickered. They simply burned. A white, unblinking stare. You looked at the plant in the corner. It was a ficus. Or something like...

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