The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of iron and wet slate. I stood at the window of my office, watching the fog creep up from the river valley. Below, the mill wheels turned in slow, heavy circles. They looked like eyes blinking in the dark. I had been here for three days. Three days of silence. Three days of waiting for the letter that would end it all. The letter from the Ministry....

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