The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The feast was held in the town hall, a cavernous stone mouth that swallowed the noise of three hundred souls. The air smelled of boiled cabbage, damp wool, and the metallic tang of fear. I sat at the long oak table, my hands folded in my lap, watching the dust motes dance in the beams of gaslight that cut through the gloom. Beside me, my wife, Elara, picked at her roast chicken with a precision...

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