The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The air tastes of rust and wet wool. You are standing in the center of a circular room that should not exist. The walls are made of riveted iron plate, cold to the touch, humming with a low, subsonic vibration that you feel in your teeth. Above you, a single gas lamp flickers, casting long, trembling shadows that seem to detach themselves from the floor and swim in the dark corners. You are...

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