The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The bell in the tower did not ring. It hung there, a dark tongue in a stone mouth, silent. This was the first wrong thing. Elias stood on the bridge. The water below was black and still. It did not reflect the sky. It reflected only the depth. He looked at his hands. They were rough. The skin was pulled tight over the knuckles. They looked like old wood. He was a goldsmith. He knew the weight...

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