The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The iron bit bit into my mouth. I tasted blood. It was a red, hot taste. I did not spit it out. I held it in. The horse was a stallion. He was huge. He was black as the night. His mane was tangled. His eyes were wild. They were white. They were full of fear. I sat on him. I held the reins tight. My hands shook. But I did not let go. The crowd was there. They were in the stands. They were in the...

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