The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The brass gear was turning in my throat, grinding against the soft tissue, hot and bright as a coin. I woke with my hand clamped over my mouth, saliva thick and metallic, the taste of gold filling my skull. It was a recurring dream, this mechanism of wealth lodged in my flesh, a symbol of the fortune I needed to keep the winter debt from swallowing my shop whole. On my desk, the bank notice lay...

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