The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mist rose off the harbor like a ghost. It tasted of salt and iron. We stood on the dock. The wood was slick. Cold. My hands shook. Not from the wind. From the fear. "Are you ready, Thomas?" I asked. He didn’t answer. He just stared at the water. The waves were black. The sky was gray. It was all one thing. A single, heavy breath. "We have to go," I said. "The tide is turning." He looked at...

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