The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain taps against the glass. It is a steady, rhythmic sound. You count the drops. One. Two. Three. The office is cold. The heating system hums a low, dying note. You are a clerk. You are small. You sit at a desk that is too large for your body. The wood is scarred. It smells of old coffee and damp wool. Across the room, Marcus stares at the wall. He does not blink. His jaw is tight. A...

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