The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

Act I I was scrubbing the blood from the floorboards when the fog rolled in, thick as wet wool and smelling of the orange groves in quarantine, a scent that did not belong to the border station but clung to the air with the persistence of a debt. My name, Suzanne Noel, was stamped in black ink on the roster pinned to the wall, a stark declaration of thirty-two years of service that meant...

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