The Golden Myth
The first thing I noticed was the smell, a thick, sweet rot that clung to the back of my throat like wet wool. I had been counting the hours in the basement for three days, tallying the decay of the St. Jude’s Orphanage files before the city’s demolition crew arrived on Monday. My tenure review was in six weeks, and this catalog was the only thing standing between me and the unemployment line....
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