The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The dream was always the same, a sterile white room where the air tasted of copper and old pennies. In his sleep, Elias Vance stood before a steel table, his hands bound not by rope but by the invisible weight of protocol, while a man in a charcoal suit held a syringe filled with a viscous, golden fluid. The liquid pulsed with a bioluminescent hum, promising a cure for a sickness Elias had not...

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