The Golden Myth
Did you know that the copper ingot weighs exactly as much as a man’s regret? Pietro Trapani held the oxhide-shaped bar in his hands, feeling the heat of the metal seep into his palms. It was a heavy thing, dense and unyielding, sitting on the straw pallet in the barracks where the other wardens slept. He was forty-five, and his hands trembled, a fine vibration that had nothing to do with the...
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