The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The banquet hall of the Ministry of Internal Security did not smell of food, but of wet wool and old stone, a scent that clung to the lungs like a persistent fog. It was a modern palace, all glass and steel that mimicked the rigidity of bone, where the air was filtered so thoroughly it felt sterile, as if the oxygen itself had been scrubbed of its history. Colonel Elias Thorne sat at the head...

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