The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The oak was dying. Not from rot, but from neglect. Its bark, once a map of deep, dark furrows, was now pale and flaking, shedding flakes of grey skin onto the white gravel below. I watched it from the window of my study, a man trapped in a glass box of my own making. The university had stripped me of my chair. They called it a sabbatical. A pause for reflection. They did not say they were...

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