The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The fire started in the boiler room of the Ashworth Textile Mill. It did not roar. It whispered. A low, hungry sound that ate the dark. I was on the night shift, minding the steam valves. My hands were black with soot. My lungs burned. The heat pressed against my skin like a living thing. I ran. I always ran. I sprinted down the iron stairs. The air was thick with smoke. It tasted of copper and...

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