The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain hit the windowpane in a steady, gray sheet. I watched the droplets race each other down the glass. They were small. They were fast. They left no mark when they fell. I sat in the armchair. My back was straight. My hands were still. The house was quiet. It was too quiet. The silence had weight. It pressed against my eardrums. It pressed against my chest. I was alone. I was always alone....

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