The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

I remember the weight of the paper before I even touched it. It was a heavy thing, that weight, pressing against the palms of my hands as if the history it held was made of lead rather than ink. I stood in the reading room of the Imperial Archive, the air thick with the dust of centuries and the smell of wet wool from my coat. The Chief Archivist, Mr. Galloway, sat across from me, his face a...

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