The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The letters were gone. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The sky above the moor was a bruised purple, heavy with the promise of rain. I sat up. The bed was cold. The air was thin and sharp, biting at my lungs. Where are they? I whispered. No answer. Only the wind. It howled through the gaps in the stone walls. It sounded like a woman crying. Or maybe it was me. I stood. My legs shook....

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