The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

"You will not be receiving the pension." The words hung in the stale air of the Director’s office, carrying the scent of old paper and damp wool. I stood before the heavy oak desk, my hands trembling slightly as I held the ledger, its leather cover cracked and worn from years of handling. Elias Thorne, forty-two, former scribe, current floor scrubber. That was the name on my badge, though the...

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