The Golden Myth
The ledger said three hours. I counted the minutes on the tick of the clock in the Ministry’s basement, a sound like a bone cracking under a hammer. Three hours to catalogue the debris from the last excavation, a task so tedious it felt like punishment, which it was. Director Halloway had smiled when he assigned it, that thin, papery smile that never reached his eyes. "Sentimental noise,...
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