The Golden Visit
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world outside the thick, soundproofed glass of the Department of Nutritional Compliance and Public Health, where Margaret Holloway sat at a desk that smelled faintly of ozone and old paper, staring at the single, perfect apple that sat in the center of her blotter like a golden eye staring back at...
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