The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

You are in the room. It is small. Stone walls. High ceiling. Dust motes dance in the single shaft of light. You are sitting. Your back is against the cold stone. Your hands are still. They are bound. Not by rope. By choice. By habit. By the weight of years. Before this, there was the feast. The Great Hall of the Citadel. Long tables. Candles. Gold goblets. You were the captain. They called you...

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