The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The glass was already broken when we arrived. I stood at the foot of the stairs, breath hitching in my throat. The air smelled of wet stone and old dust. Above me, the observatory sat like a jagged tooth against the grey sky. It had been my life’s work. My sanctuary. My tomb. "Is it true?" Thomas asked. His voice was thin, scraped raw by the wind. I did not look at him. I looked at the shatter....

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