The Golden Quest
October 14, 1998 The Mayor’s toast to the Golden Script was not a celebration of hope; it was a transaction. We stood in the town hall, the air thick with the scent of roasted pork and cheap wine, while Alderman Thorne held up the leather-bound folio as if it were a holy relic. The script itself was not visible, only the cover, embossed with a gold leaf emblem that seemed to pulse in the dim...
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