The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The chair squeaked under my weight. A dry, wooden complaint. It echoed in the empty chamber. I sat alone. The air was thick. It smelled of old paper and cold stone. Outside, the rain tapped against the high windows. A steady, rhythmic drumming. I looked at my hands. They rested on my knees. The skin was pale. The knuckles were swollen. I flexed them. The joints popped. A small sound. Loud in...

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