The Golden Master
You stand in the center of the atrium, the polished concrete floor reflecting your silhouette with a clarity that feels less like light and more like a verdict, and you realize that the building is not merely a place of work but a living organism that has been slowly digesting your soul for the last three decades of your service, its walls sweating with the accumulated residue of every oath you...
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