The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mud sucked at his boots with a wet, hungry sound. "Move it, Ashworth." The voice came from above. From the light. Thomas did not look up. He looked at the ground. He looked at the blood in the puddle. It was his blood. Or maybe it was the boy’s. The boy was dead. The boy was under him. The boy was no longer there. "Move it." Thomas stood. His legs shook. His knees knocked together. He was a...

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