The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of burnt sugar and the heavy, metallic tang of old copper, a scent that hung in the air of the city like a shroud, thick and suffocating, wrapping itself around the throat and the lungs until breathing became a deliberate, painful act of will. In the dream, the city was not the sprawling, rain-slicked metropolis of asphalt and steel that...

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