The Golden Quest
The rain taps against the glass. It is a steady, rhythmic tapping. You are sitting in the office. The desk is heavy with files. The air smells of dust and cold coffee. You are looking for a mistake. There is always a mistake. You have looked for ten years. You find them in the margins. You find them in the dates. You find them in the signatures. You are the investigator. This is your role. The...
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