The Golden Cellar
Act I "You didn't sign the requisition, Aleksei, and now the ink is dry," said the clerk, tapping a pen against the desk.‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌‌⁠‌‍⁠​⁠‍⁠‌‍⁠‌‌‍‍​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌⁠​‍‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‌‍‍‍‍​⁠​‍‌‌‍‍​‌‍‌​​⁠⁠‌‍‍ Aleksei Sorokin stood in the hallway of the Ministry of Internal Reserves, the air heavy with damp wool and stale tobacco. He was thirty-two, a captain in the Imperial Guard, and he felt the ground...
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