The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The shot rang out. Dust kicked up. Elias fell. Not from the bullet. From the weight of the mirror. He lay on the cold floor of the living room. His breath came in shallow gasps. The air smelled of ozone and old paper. He looked at his hands. They were steady. They had always been steady. That was the problem. His wife, Clara, stood by the window. Her back was to him. She was singing. A low,...

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