The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The dream was not of water. It was of wire. Caleb stood in the mud of a field that did not exist. The sky was the color of old iron. In his hands, he held a spool of copper. It was heavy. It hummed. He pulled. The wire snapped. It cut his palm. He did not bleed. He held the broken end. He looked at the break. It was jagged. He woke. The tent was dark. Rain hammered the canvas. *Thump. Thump....

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