The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The ledger weighed four pounds, a specific gravity that Elara felt in the base of her thumb as she counted the entries for the third time. The rain in the yard of the Whitmore Mill did not fall so much as it hung, a cold, oily mist that smelled of wet wool and rusted iron, seeping into the fabric of her coat and chilling the bones of her hands. She was thirty years old, and her fingers, usually...

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