The Golden Visit
You stand in the grey, suspended void where the walls are made of compressed silence and the floor is a mirror of black water that reflects nothing, and in your hands, you hold the golden apple, its skin smooth as a lie, warm as a living pulse, and you know with the absolute certainty of a man who has walked too far into the dark that this fruit is the only thing tethering your soul to the...
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