The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The bread was still warm, and the smell of yeast and burnt sugar hung in the air like a thick, golden fog that you could almost taste on the back of your throat. You sat at the head of the long oak table, the one that had been passed down through seven generations of your family, its surface scarred by the knives of a hundred different wars. Your hands, thick and calloused, rested on the wood,...

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