The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The cellar was cold. It smelled of damp stone and old roots. Elias sat in the dark. He did not move. His hands were bound. The rope was thick. It bit into his wrists. He waited. The silence was heavy. It pressed against his ears. Above him, the town lived. The church bells rang. They marked the hours. They marked the sin. Elias knew the count. He had heard it a thousand times. He was the...

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