The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The whistle in my pocket hums when a lie is told. It is a brass thing, cold as the quarry lake, and it has hummed against my thigh for thirty-four years, a low vibration that tells me when the men in the office are not telling the truth. I am Marco Ferraro, a railway inspector, and I hold that whistle like a secret. The banquet hall smelled of roasting pork and stale beer. We were celebrating...

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