The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

In my left hand, I held a gold locket, its surface cracked like dried river mud, and in my right, a revolver that felt heavy as a brick in the damp cold of the mill district. The fog was thick enough to taste, a grey slurry that clung to my wool coat and seeped into the joints of my knees, which ached with a persistent, grinding pain that no amount of discipline could shake. I was thirty years...

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