The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. It was a sharp, metallic tang. Like biting down on a coin. I spat it into the sink. The water was cold. I looked at my hand. The ink was dry. The lines were faded. But they were there. The Department of Records is a quiet place. Dust motes dance in the beams of the overhead fluorescent lights. We do not create history here. We preserve it. We box it....

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