The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The coat was yellow. Not just yellow. Gold. It hung on the back of the door in the hallway of the Whitmore house. It caught the light from the window. It looked like a bird. A trapped, golden bird. Elias was twelve. He stood before it. His hands were shaking. He touched the fabric. It was soft. It was heavy. It smelled of lavender and old smoke. His mother, Margaret, was in the kitchen. She was...

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