The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The champagne stings your eyes. You do not blink. You count the bubbles rising in the crystal flute. One. Two. Three. The ceiling is a grid of plaster stars. The music is a drone of violins. You are here. You are the guest of honor. You are the lie. Your hand hovers over the brooch. It rests on the silk of your lapel. Gold. Heavy. Cold. A serpent swallowing its own tail. Ouroboros. The symbol...

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