The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the tin roof of the mill, a steady, dull rhythm that matched the thumping in Thomas’s chest. He sat on the edge of the wooden cot, his hands resting on his knees. They were large hands, thick-knuckled, mapped with scars that looked like dried riverbeds. The skin was rough, the nails short and blunt. He did not look at his hands. He...

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