The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The storm did not break the house; it merely revealed the rot that had long since set in. It was a wet, grey Tuesday in November, the kind of day that seemed to dissolve the boundary between the street and the sky, turning the world into a single, suspended drop of water. Margaret stood in the hallway of her townhouse in the historic district, watching the rain streak against the leaded glass....

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