The Golden Myth
Chapter One Could a piece of metal truly hold the weight of a soul, or was it merely a trick of the light, a reflection that lied to keep the viewer comfortable? Yelena Karamyan, thirty-two years old and an archivist with a lapsed professional license, stood in the dust-choked loft of the Karamyan estate, the tin roof above her groaning under the weight of a snow that had closed the road since...
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