The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The house stood in the rain, its windows dark and wet. Elias sat at the table. He held a chipped cup. The tea was cold. He did not drink it. He watched the water drip from the eaves. *Drip. Drip. Drip.* It sounded like a clock. It sounded like a heart. He was a man of letters. He had spent forty years studying the old myths. He knew the words. He knew the grammar. He knew the syntax of ancient...

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