The Golden Quest
The door was locked. It had been locked for three days, ever since the administration decided that my concerns regarding the structural integrity of the East Wing were "unfounded and disruptive." I stood before it, my hand resting on the cold iron handle, feeling the familiar ache in my knuckles. Forty-two years old, and my joints felt like they were filled with sand. I was the Senior Inspector...
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