The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The dust in the basement settles like snow that never melts. You stand before the heavy oak door, your uniform pressed sharp against the dim light of the corridor. The air here is thick, tasting of iron and old paper. You have come to this place, the sub-basement of the Ministry of Internal Security, because you are a man who believes in order. You believe in the wall between what is and what...

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