The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain had been falling on the slate roof of the infirmary for three days, a relentless, grey drumming that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and into your bones. You sat in the corner of the administrative wing, a room that smelled of stale tea, damp wool, and the sharp, metallic tang of the antiseptic they used to scrub the floors. Your hands were resting on the mahogany desk,...

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