The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The frost on the windows of the administrative wing did not melt, even as the sun climbed high enough to bleach the grey sky into a pale, indifferent white, and Margaret sat in her small, windowless office, listening to the hum of the fluorescent lights which seemed to vibrate directly against the base of her skull, a low-frequency thrum that mirrored the persistent, gnawing hunger in her...

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