The Golden Myth
"Does the water still taste of iron? Tell me, Thomas, does it still taste of iron, or has the sickness finally taken the last of your tongue?" Margaret Holloway stood at the edge of the ravine, her boots caked in the red, clay-heavy soil of the valley, and she watched her son struggle to his feet, his hands trembling not from the cold, which was a sharp, biting thing that had settled into their...
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