The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The clock on the wall of the border station ticked with the heavy, wet sound of a mule dragging a load up a hill. Elias Thorne counted the seconds, each one a small, hot stone in his pocket. He had four hundred and twelve days left until his pension vested. Four hundred and twelve days of sweating through the wool of his uniform, of the low-grade fever that lived in the marrow of his shins and...

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