The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The house on the ridge did not stand so much as it endured, a jagged silhouette against the bruised twilight sky, its windows dark and hollow like the eye sockets of a skull picked clean by time. Elias had returned to it after twenty years of wandering, his boots heavy with the mud of a continent he could no longer remember, driven back not by longing but by a gnawing, physical certainty that...

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