The Golden Quest
The champagne in the crystal flute has gone flat, a dull golden sludge that tastes of copper and stale air. You are Clara, thirty-four, a senior archivist at the Sterling Institute, and you are trying to secure your tenure by cataloging the estate of your late husband, Julian. The room is crowded with donors and board members, their laughter a sharp, rhythmic clatter against the high ceilings,...
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