The Golden Myth
You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth. The ceiling is white. It is cracked. A single beam of light cuts across the floor. You are in a cell. You try to move. Your wrists hurt. You look down. Your hands are bound. The rope is rough. It bites into your skin. You pull. It does not break. You pull harder. Your muscles scream. You stop. You breathe. The door is metal. It is heavy. There is...
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