The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

In the dream, the town was made of amber. It was a thick, sticky light that poured over the rooftops of Harrow’s Mill, turning the slate into dark honey and the river into a vein of liquid gold. You were standing in the center of the town square, and the air smelled of burnt sugar and old paper. Everyone was watching you. They did not speak, but their faces were twisted in a rictus of hunger,...

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