The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The soup was warm, but it tasted of rust and old copper, a flavor that coated the back of Elias’s throat and refused to clear. He sat at the table in the room that was no longer a room, but a vast, suspended void of amber light, and watched the broth ripple in a bowl that had no bottom. Across from him sat his brother, Julian, who was not there, yet was undeniably present in the way that only...

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