The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The brass on the door handle was cold, a dead weight in Arthur’s hand. He did not knock. He had never knocked on the doors of the Ministry, not since the day they took his badge and pinned it to the file of his disgrace. The corridor smelled of wet wool and stale tobacco, a scent that had permeated his clothes, his skin, and the lining of his skull for the last three days. It was the smell of...

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