The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The morning the order came down, the sky over the valley was the color of a bruise, swollen and purple with the threat of rain that never quite broke. I stood at the edge of the ridge, watching the dust settle behind the convoy of men who were leaving, and I felt a hollowing out in my chest, a physical absence where my purpose had used to sit. They were going to the south, to the borderlands...

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