The Golden Quest
I The cash register in the back of the video store had not rung in three days. Dirk van Leeuwen sat in the waiting room, a space of broken chairs and peeling beige wallpaper, listening to the dry cold press against the glass. He was twenty-eight, a junior scribe in the Guild of Digital Records, and he wanted to finish the audit before the lease expired. The landlord, a man named Kees who...
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