The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pork and wet wool, a thick, cloying mixture that clung to the back of my throat and settled in the hollows of my elbows, and I stood there, a small, trembling thing in a suit that had once belonged to my father, watching the hands of the men who held the world in their palm. They were large, red, and swollen with the power of their wealth, moving with a slow,...

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