The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron. It struck the pavement with a relentless, cold percussion. I sat in my study. The room was dim. Shadows pooled in the corners. They looked like ink spills. I held the book in my hands. Its cover was worn. The leather was soft. It had lost its sheen. It was a relic. A thing of path. A boundary crossed. My name is Arthur. I am a scholar of the old ways. I...

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