The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth. It was thick. Metallic. I spat it out. Red. Not bright. Dull. Like old rust. I looked at my hands. They were clean. But the memory was not. I remember the glass. The big pane. The one in the library atrium. It had held the light for decades. Golden. Warm. I used to stand before it. Hours. Days. Watching the dust motes dance. I thought I was studying...

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