The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The key was heavy, a slab of black iron that dragged against the wool of my sleeve like a dead fish. I was twelve, small for my age, and the road to the village archive climbed a hill that seemed to lean against the sky. My father had given it to me that morning, his hand trembling so violently he could barely wrap his fingers around the cold metal. He had told me to go, to prove what we were,...

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