The Golden Crossing
The gold was thicker today, Odd noted, watching the dust settle against the windowpane. "You can't keep it all," the director had said, his voice flat and dry as the peat outside. "The funding is frozen, Odd. The board sees no value in a myth that no one believes anymore." Odd did not look up from his desk. The light in the archive room was failing, the afternoon sun angled low through the...
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