The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The frost bit deep into the soil of the Appalachian ridge. It was a cold that did not care for the year, only for the bone. Elian walked the line. The path was narrow. The pines stood like sentinels, stripped of their needles by the wind. They watched him. They did not blink. He was twelve years old. His coat was too thin. The wool had lost its shape. It hung in tatters around his shoulders. He...

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