The Golden Myth
The golden light poured through the leaded windows of the Oxford antiquities gallery like liquid honey, thick and slow, pooling on the black-and-white checkerboard floor in a way that made the room itself feel like an artifact. Eleanor Ashworth stood motionless before Case 47 — a small golden figurine no taller than her thumb, curled on its side like a sleeping child, its surface pitted with...
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