The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The tie was red. Bright red. Like a wound. Like a heart cut open on the table. Marcus wore it every day. It was his armor. It was his skin. He was a mid-level analyst. He sat in a glass box. The box was on the fourteenth floor. The city roared below. Gray. Cold. Indifferent. Marcus looked at the tie. He adjusted the knot. The silk was smooth. It felt like a secret. It felt like safety. He had...

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