The Golden Myth
The first thing I counted was the hours. Fourteen. That was how long I had been sitting in the municipal office, staring at the pension extension form, knowing that if I did not prove the Halloway estate was historically significant, my years of service would be erased. I needed the extension. Without it, I was forty-two, broke, and facing a winter I could not afford. I packed my satchel with...
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