The Golden Myth
The ledger was wrong. Elara knew this before she had even finished turning the page, a physical sensation in her fingertips, a prickling that was not quite fear but certainly not comfort. She sat in the basement archive of the Ministry of Records, the air thick with the smell of decaying paper and the faint, metallic tang of dust. Her contract expired in three weeks. Three weeks to secure the...
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