The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

I wake in the white room. It is not a hospital. It is not a church. The walls breathe. They expand and contract with a slow, wet rhythm. I am standing. I am not old. My hands are young. They are strong. I look at them. They are not my hands. They are too perfect. Too smooth. There is no tremor. No liver spots. No ache in the knuckles that has been my companion for forty years. A door opens. It...

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