The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

"You are late, Sergeant," said the Captain. His voice was dry, like leaves scraping against stone. I stood in the archway of the hall. The air inside was thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper. "The road was blocked, sir." "By what?" "By the fog. It came in from the river. It ate the light." The Captain did not look up from his ledger. He was a small man, precise in his movements. "Fog...

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