The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

I wiped the grease from my thumb onto the hem of my shirt and turned the brass key in the lock of the municipal archive. The mechanism stuck, grinding against rust that had no business in a building of this age, before giving way with a shudder that traveled up my arm and settled in my teeth. Inside, the air was heavy, not with dust, but with the scent of stale yeast and wet wool. I pulled the...

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