The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The hand was gone. Or rather, it was there, but it was not the hand I had known. It was a thing of leather and bone, stretched thin over the knuckles, the skin pulled so tight it looked ready to split, revealing the wet, dark red underneath. I kept looking at it while I worked the loom, the shuttle clicking back and forth, a steady, mechanical heartbeat in the silent room. "You are staring at...

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