The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

I The humidity in the dormitory had swollen the doorframe so tight that the handle jammed when Senga Balfour tried to force it open, the wood groaning in protest like a strained animal. He was thirty-two, though the years spent in steerage and the cold of the Isle of Skye had carved his face into something older, harder, a landscape of red iron and spinifex that mirrored the barren hills back...

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