The Golden Myth
Chapter One Suresh Verma, who had spent the last six years pressing the damp air out of men’s shirts in a shop on the corner of twenty-three of Widow's Landing, woke with the taste of copper and old gold in his mouth, a metallic aftertaste that clung to the back of his throat like a secret he had forgotten to keep. The light in the kitchen was the pale, watery gray of six in the morning, a...
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