The Golden Quest
Taro Watanabe’s fingers were black with ink, the smell of iron sharp in his nostrils as he pressed the platen down on the final page of the Golden Path ledger. The sun had finally broken through nine days of rain, a harsh, physical light that hit the dust motes dancing in the air of the municipal office. He was forty-five, a junior archivist with a payday loan rolled over five times, and this...
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