The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The first bird fell from the sky on a Tuesday. It hit the asphalt with a wet, heavy thud. No sound of wings. No scream. Just the impact. Then silence. Leo stared. He was twelve. He stood in the center of the parking lot. The air smelled of ozone and hot rubber. A second bird dropped. It landed on the hood of his mother’s car. Then a third. They were small things. Sparrows, maybe. Or finches....

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