The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain fell on the cobblestones. It fell hard. It fell cold. Thomas stood by the gate. He watched the carriage leave. The dust settled. The silence grew. He was the Sheriff. He wore the badge. It was gold. It was heavy. It burned his chest. He turned away. He walked to the house. The house was old. The walls were thick. The floor was stone. He lit the fire. The wood cracked. The smoke rose....

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