The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The ice was not water. It was a wall. Mara stood before it. The surface was black and still. It reflected nothing. She held her breath. Her hands were cold. They were not her hands. They were stiff. They were old. She looked down. The skin was tight. The veins were blue. She tried to move her fingers. They did not move. The air was thin. It tasted of iron. It tasted of old blood. She was alone....

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