The Golden Downtown
You are standing in the lobby of the Meridian Exchange, a glass and steel monolith that pierces the grey London sky like a needle trying to stitch the clouds back together. The air here is thin, recycled, and smells faintly of ozone and old paper, a scent that seems to have seeped into the very foundations of the building, into the bones of the institution itself. It is a place of quiet...
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