The Golden Maze
The letter from the Department of Border Integrity lay on the desk, the paper heavy with the smell of old ink and the faint, metallic tang of the spores that drifted in from the valley floor. It was a formal notice of commendation, a promotion to Senior Inspector, which meant a raise of four hundred dollars a month, enough to cover the interest on the loan his father had taken out to keep the...
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