The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The ledger of the city was written in stone and rust, and I had spent twenty years reading its cracks. I counted the hours of the rain against the windowpane of our small, drafty room, each drop a coin falling into a debt we could no longer pay. My body was a map of those debts, a topography of scars that mirrored the crumbling limestone of the walls we were about to lose. Clara stood behind...

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