The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mortar was thick. It smelled of chalk and wet earth. Elara mixed it with a trowel that had no handle. The wood had rotted away years ago, leaving a jagged iron spike. Her hands were raw. The blister had popped. The skin underneath was pink and trembling. She added a pinch of salt. Then a grain of sand. She measured it out. One by one. Into the palm of her left hand. The workshop was cold....

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