The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

Act I Clifford Muncy remembered the weight of the coins more than the taste of the syrup, a cold, metallic burden that sat heavy in his palm long after the apothecary had rung him up. He was twelve, scrawny and sharp-angled, standing in the shadow of the rusting mill where the air always tasted of ash and old iron, the light of the short winter days cutting thin and pale across the snow-dusted...

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