The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

He woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. The light was gray. It seeped through the single barred window. It was cold. The stone floor bit into his knees. He did not move. He knew his body. He knew the weight of the chain. It was cold against his ankle. He knew the hunger. It was a living thing. It gnawed. It waited. Outside, there was snow. He heard the wind. It howled against the stone. It...

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