The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The brass button fell from your sleeve and rolled into the gutter, a small, golden eye winking in the rain before it vanished into the dark. You did not pick it up. You were too busy breathing, the air thin and cold in your lungs, tasting of coal smoke and wet wool. You stood on the corner of Miller Street, your hand tucked deep into your coat pocket, your knuckles white against the lining. The...

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