The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The banquet hall of the Blackwood Mill stood open to the October sky, a cavernous mouth of rotting oak and shattered glass where the wind did not blow so much as it breathed, a slow, rattling exhalation that stirred the dust motes into a swirling, golden nebula. We sat at the long table, the remnants of the harvest festival still visible in the stained glass of the chandeliers, though the bulbs...

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