The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain in Oakhaven does not fall so much as it settles, a grey, industrial soot that coats the lungs and the heart with equal persistence, and you stand at the edge of the pier where the fog rolls in from the harbor like a living thing, tasting of brine and rusted iron, watching the small rowboat cut through the churning water, carrying the last of the town’s defiance away from the shore. You...

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