The Golden Myth
The first coughing fit breaks you before you have even opened the file. You are Arthur, forty-two, a senior archivist in the Municipal Waterworks Office, and the blood on your handkerchief is a dark, wet stain against the grey wool. You are holding the final proofs of your definitive history of the city’s aqueducts, the work that has consumed the last decade of your life. You want to publish...
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