The Golden Maze
The air in the grand hall of the Sterling Institute is thick, not with humidity, but with the low, vibrating hum of judgment. You stand in the center of the polished marble floor, the golden key to the new archive wing cold in your palm, its weight a physical anchor against the tremor in your wrists. Around you, the board members sit in a semicircle, their faces arranged in masks of polite...
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