The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The dream was always the same. Elias saw his mother standing in the center of the cobbler’s shop, her apron stained with the dust of a thousand soles. She held a loaf of bread, not the gray, dense thing the baker on Main Street sold, but a golden, radiant oval that seemed to pulse with a heat that had no source. In the dream, the bread was whole. It was the proof of her worth, the tangible...

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