The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The fog was thick. It tasted of iron and old rain. We walked. My hands were bare. The cold bit into the skin. I did not pull the sleeves down. I wanted to feel the air. I wanted to be real. "Stop," Elias said. He stopped. I kept walking. He caught my arm. His grip was tight. "You are losing it, Thomas." "I am finding it," I said. My voice sounded far away. We were on the ridge. The valley lay...

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