The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The iron dust coats everything in Oakhaven, settling in the creases of my clothes and the lines of my face, a grey powder that tastes of rust and old blood. It is November, 1924, and I am standing in the corridor of the company infirmary, pressing my palm against the cold steel of the locked door. Inside, Thomas is dying of the lung rot, his breath a wet, rattling gasp that I can hear through...

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