The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of my workshop, a rhythmic, insistent tapping that felt less like weather and more like an interrogation. I sat at the workbench, the leather apron stiff with dried dyes, my fingers stained indigo up to the knuckles. Before me lay the coat. It was a simple thing, a charcoal wool overcoat, tailored with a precision that...

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