The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The plaster on the ceiling is cracking. You see it now. A spiderweb of fissures spreading from the center chandelier, which has been dark for years. You stand in the middle of the room, your hands at your sides, feeling the dust settle on your shoulders. It is a heavy, gray snow that falls only here. Margaret is at the table. She is cutting an apple. The knife is dull. She pushes through the...

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