The Golden Quest
The glass is thin. You can see the other side. It is a long corridor of white walls and gray carpets. You hold a tray. It is cold. Your hands are red. You are Margaret. You are forty-five. You are a clerk. The building is the Ministry. It is a palace of stone and steel. It stands in the city center. The sun hits the windows. It makes a glare. You squint. You walk. The floor is smooth. It...
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