The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The lily sat in the clay pot on my desk. It was white. It was perfect. It did not move. I touched the petal. It was cold. "Mr. Hale," the voice said. It came from the doorway. "You are late." I looked up. It was Thomas. He wore his gray coat. He looked at the flower. "It is a lily," I said. "It is a weed," he said. "Put it away." "I will not." Thomas stepped inside. The door clicked shut. The...

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