The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The tea was cold. It had been cold for an hour. Elias stirred it with a silver spoon, watching the leaves settle like dead things in a stagnant pond. The water was dark, murky. It tasted of tannin and regret. He did not drink it. He only looked. His brother, Arthur, sat across from him. Arthur was drinking. He drank the cold tea in long, gulping swallows, as if trying to wash down a stone. "It...

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