The Golden Song
The memo on your desk is thin, flimsy, and heavy enough to crush your knuckles if you grip it too hard. It is a notification of internal audit, dated three days ago, signed by a director whose name you have seen only on letterhead and in the reflection of glass doors. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a junior archivist at the State Records Bureau, and the paper smells of stale toner and cold...
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