The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

In the dream, the room was not a room but a throat, wide and pale, swallowing the light before it could touch the floor. Margaret stood in the center of it, holding a spool of gold thread so heavy it dragged her spine into the earth. The walls breathed against her. She knew, with the bone-deep certainty of the sleeping mind, that if she let go, the thread would unravel into a snake and eat her...

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