The Golden Myth
The slip of paper lay on the mahogany desk, its edges soft from being handled by nervous fingers, detailing a sum of forty pounds that Elara did not possess, could not borrow, and could not steal without risking the very roof over her head. She stared at the ink, which had begun to bleed slightly in the damp air of the study, while the grandfather clock in the corner ticked with a heavy, wooden...
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