The Golden Master
The mirror does not lie, but it does not flatter either. It only reflects the geometry of your exhaustion. You stand before it in the blue light of the fourth floor, the air conditioning humming a low, mechanical drone that vibrates in your teeth. Your uniform is pressed. The tie is knotted with surgical precision. You are a Senior Archivist for the Department of Historical Continuity, a title...
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