The Golden Myth
"You are three days late," the guard said, not looking up from the mud he was scraping from his boot. "The debt does not pause for the rain." Act I‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌‌‍‍‌‌⁠‍​⁠​‍​‍⁠​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌⁠⁠‌​⁠‍‌​‌‌‍‍‍‍​⁠‌​‍​​⁠​‌⁠‍​‌⁠‌‌⁠​ I stood in the slurry of the border crossing, my hands locked around the ledger that had stolen my name, and I watched the guards’ boots close in like the jaws of a trap. The...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews