Harrisburg, the Pennsylvania State Capitol.
Modeled after St. Peter's Cathedral, this magnificent building has stood for a century as a symbol of power in Pennsylvania.
The enormous dome, the marble pillars, and the sound of leather shoes echoing through the corridors all spoke to the solemnity and dignity of the place.
This is where laws are born.
This is the last bastion of order.
But today, a strange smell hung in the air of this bastion.
The door to the Office of the Acting President of the Senate was wide open.
Several movers in blue overalls bustled in and out, sweating profusely.
They were carrying a massive mahogany desk, carefully maneuvering it outside.
This desk had witnessed the signing of countless bills and just as many dirty political deals.
"Be careful! That's an antique!"
A middle-aged man in a dark gray suit followed behind them, constantly wiping away sweat with a handkerchief in his hand.
