The Golden Myth
The waiver was three pages long, printed on heavy cream stock that felt warm to the touch, a stark contrast to the chill that always settled into the joints of my left hand. I signed it with the pen Mr. Vane offered, a fountain pen with a gold nib that clicked softly against the paper, a sound like a small bone snapping. The document waived liability for "structural anomalies," a phrase I had...
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