The Golden Maze
The erasure did not arrive with a shout or a siren, but with the quiet, mechanical click of a pen scratching across a ledger, a sound that felt to you like a bone snapping in the dark. You stood before the glass partition of the Ministry of Records, your hand still resting on the cold surface, watching Director Vane’s shadow lengthen across the marble floor as he spoke to the junior clerks, his...
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