The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The dream was always the same. I stood in the nave of a cathedral. Stone pillars rose like ribs. Light fell in shafts. Dust motes danced. I was not alone. He was there. Edward. My husband. He wore a robe of grey wool. His face was calm. Too calm. He looked at the altar. I looked at him. We did not speak. The silence was heavy. It pressed against my eardrums. Then the stone cracked. Not the...

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