The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The dust fell like ash from a fire that had not yet been lit, coating the palms of Fernando Guzmán as he scrubbed the slate clean. He was thirty-four, a sergeant in the guard, and his hands moved with the mechanical precision of a man who had forgotten how to feel anything other than the cold damp of the undercity. The lease on his room above the loom shop was up in three days, and the rent had...

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