The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The bus did not have a destination, only a trajectory, and it cut through the gray, rain-slicked fog of a city that felt less like a place on a map and more like a bruise on the skin of the world, a swollen purple vein of wet concrete and neon light that bled into the dark beyond the windows. Gerald sat in the back row, his back pressed against the cold plastic seat, his hands folded in his lap...

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