The Golden Maze
The tower collapsed at dawn. You watched the stone grind against stone, a sound like the earth clearing its throat. Dust plumed into the gray sky, choking the light. You stood on the street corner, your hands in the pockets of your wool coat, and you did not move. This was the end of the Old Mint. The building you had repaired, patched, and polished for thirty years. It was gone. You were a...
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