The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The bone broke before the blood showed. It was a clean snap. A sound like a dry twig underfoot in winter. I felt it in the left thigh, a sudden absence of support, a hollow space where strength should have been. I was on my knees. The marble floor was cold against my shins. Above me, the gallery stretched into the gloom, a cathedral of stone and silence. My father stood at the top of the...

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