The Golden Downtown
The contract ran for nine hundred and forty hours, and I had spent four hundred of them in the Hall of Echoes, counting the tiles. There were one thousand, eight hundred and forty-two of them, each a square of gilded slate that caught the afternoon light and held it for a fraction of a second too long. I was forty-two years old, a senior archivist for the Ministry of Cultural Heritage, and I...
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