The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

You count the bricks. One, two, three, forty. The mortar is dry, the stone is cold, and the light coming through the broken window is the color of old honey. You are Elias. You are thirty-two years old. You are a clerk. You have been a clerk for twelve years. The war has taken the roof off your office, but it has not taken your hands. Your hands are steady. You are here to secure the house. The...

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