The Golden Quest
The hum of the ventilation system is the only thing louder than your own heartbeat. You are sitting in the interview room, a sterile white cube that smells of ozone and old carpet. Across from you sits Mr. Halloway, the department head, his face a mask of polite detachment. He is tapping a pen against his desk, a rhythmic click that seems to count down the seconds of your remaining life. You...
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