The Golden Myth
The sky above the university campus did not fall so much as it peeled, a vast, sickly yellow membrane tearing away from the firmament to reveal not the starry void of the cosmos, but a churning, viscous gold that poured down in thick, slow ribbons, coating the ivy-draped stone of the lecture halls and the cobblestones of the quad in a shimmering, heavy sludge that smelled faintly of ozone and...
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