The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain had stopped. The gutters wept. I packed the last box. Cardboard. Tape. Dust. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. I left the key on the table. It sat there. Gold. Bright. A small, golden lie. I walked out. The city was gray. Wet asphalt. Neon lights bled into the puddles. Red. Blue. White. I needed air. I needed to run. I ran. Not away. Toward. Toward the office. Toward him....

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