The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The dream always began with the smell of wet wool and the sound of a clock ticking in a room that did not exist. I was twelve years old, standing in the center of the vast, vaulted workshop of St. Jude’s Industrial Orphanage, the air thick with the scent of ozone and stale tea. Around me, the other boys stood in silence, their hands clasped behind their backs, their eyes fixed on the...

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