The Golden Quest
The chandeliers in the Great Hall of the Royal Mint spun slow, heavy discs of light, casting long, wavering shadows across the marble floor. You stood near the wine, a glass of claret sweating in your hand, watching the crowd of clerks and directors move like oil through water. It was the annual gala, a celebration of the institution’s two-hundredth anniversary, and the air smelled of expensive...
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