The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

You held the cup up to the light again, turning it slowly in your thick, stained fingers, listening to the silence that had settled over the Guildhall like a heavy, suffocating blanket that no wind could ever lift, and I watched the way the fractured glaze caught the dusty beams of the afternoon sun, seeing in that broken curvature a reflection of my own face, distorted and hollowed out by...

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