The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The shrapnel did not sing as the poets promised, but rather hissed with a wet, mechanical tear that tore through the wool of her sleeve and lodged itself in the brickwork of the cellar door, sending a spray of mortar dust into the air like a sudden, gray snowfall. Margaret Holloway did not flinch, for flinching was a luxury afforded to those who still believed in the sanctity of the body, and...

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