The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The reed pen scratched against the parchment, a dry, tearing sound that echoed in the hollow of my throat, and I was halfway through the third column of the land deed when the magistrate’s steward entered the workshop, his boots kicking up dust that settled on the wet ink like grey snow. I did not look up, my eyes fixed on the curve of the letter b, because if I looked up, I would see the...

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