The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mud clings to your boots. It is heavy. It is cold. You walk. The forest is thick. The air tastes of rot and pine. You are small. You are alone. Your heart beats loud in your chest. A drum. A warning. You carry it. The thing in your hands. It is warm. It pulses. Like a second heart. You do not look at it. You know what it is. You know what they want it to be. You have walked for three days....

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