The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain does not fall so much as it is pressed against the windowpane of the small, windowless room in the basement of the textile mill, a steady, rhythmic pounding that sounds suspiciously like a heart failing to keep time, and you sit there, in the damp dark, with the weight of the world not on your shoulders but in your hands, holding the small, cold object that is supposed to be gold but...

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