The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The taste of the ash still clings to the back of my teeth, a gritty, metallic film that no amount of water will wash away, and I stand here in the center of the White Hall, staring at the porcelain plate that sits upon the table like a silent accusation, its gold rim chipped away, worn down by the friction of years that did not exist, because in this place, time does not flow, it pools, thick...

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