The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

You dream of the glass. It is tall. It is clear. It divides the room. You stand on one side. The world is on the other. You press your hand against the surface. It is cold. It is smooth. It does not yield. You have been pressing for hours. Or perhaps days. Time is a fluid here. It pools in the corners. It seeps under the door. You are a child in a white coat. The coat is too large. It smells of...

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