The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The air in the basement of the Ministry of Culture did not smell of dust, as one might expect from a place of forgotten things, but of ozone and cold plastic. It was a sterile scent, the smell of machines breathing, and it clung to the back of my throat like a lie I was trying to swallow. I sat at my desk, the blue light of the monitor reflecting in my eyes, and I waited for the ventilation...

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