The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

We were not supposed to speak of the mill, for the mill was the only thing that kept the winter from eating us alive, and to speak of it with any voice other than the respectful, hushed tone of gratitude was to invite the frost into one’s bones, a chill that started in the marrow and worked its way out through the fingertips, numbing the hands that had to hold the tools, the loom, the plow, and...

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