The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The wind did not blow. It pressed. Elias stood at the glass. The pane was thick. Cold. It separated him from the garden. The garden was gray. The grass was dead. The oak tree stood alone. It was bare. Its branches were black sticks. They clawed at the sky. He had watched it for forty years. He was a man of books. He was a man of logic. He had written on the decay of institutions. He had written...

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