The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The iron gate was not merely a barrier; it was a jaw, grinding slowly shut against the twilight, and I stood before it with the weight of my own sin pressing down upon the center of my chest like a stone swallowed whole. The air tasted of ozone and old blood, thick with the static charge of a storm that had been brewing for centuries in this place where the map ended and the myth began. I was...

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