The Golden Myth
The tower stood against the twilight, a sliver of white stone that seemed less like a building and more like a bone protruding from the earth. I watched it from the window of my chamber, my breath fogging the cold glass, and felt the familiar weight of my own reflection staring back. It was a thin, pale face, etched with lines that had not been there a decade ago. The skin was tight, stretched...
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