The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, turning the cobblestones of London’s East End into a slick mirror of grey. Margaret stood on the corner of Shoreditch High Street, her coat soaked through to the skin. She was not waiting for a carriage. She was waiting for the end. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet wool, a scent that had become the background noise of her life since the factory...

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