The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and floor wax, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad dream. Margaret sat at the head of the long oak table, her hands folded tightly in her lap, feeling the rough texture of the linen napkin beneath her fingers. Around her, the voices of the town council rose and fell in a rhythmic tide, discussing zoning laws and the price of hay, but...

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