The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The roof collapsed. Not all at once. A shudder. A groan. Dust rained down like grey snow. Thomas stood in the center of the hall. He held his spear. His hands shook. The air tasted of wet wood and fear. Above him, the beams screamed. They were old. Too old. The timber had rot in its bones. The house was dying. He looked up. The ceiling was a mosaic of stone and timber. A cathedral in miniature....

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