The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain hit the window. It sounded like static. Elias stood by the door. He held his hat. It was a simple thing. Wool. Dark gray. Worn thin at the crown. He looked at the clock. The hands moved. Slow. Tick. Tick. Tick. The office was cold. The radiator clanked. A metal cough. It echoed in the high ceiling. Dust motes danced in the beam of the desk lamp. Elias watched them. He did not blink....

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