The Golden Myth
Himari Yoshida scrubbed the algae from the pool’s coping with a stiff-bristled brush, the bristles digging into the grout where the water had receded, leaving a dark, damp line that smelled of chlorine and old mud. The heat shimmered off the concrete, distorting the view of the moped parked at the edge of the yard, its rebuilt engine ticking as it cooled, a sound like a small, persistent clock....
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