The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain against the glass was a rhythmic, dull tapping, like the knuckles of an impatient god. You sat in the center of the room, the stone floor cold through the soles of your boots, your hands resting on your knees. They were thick, calloused hands, the kind that had pulled rope and held steel, but now they trembled with a palsy that no amount of discipline could quell. The room was small,...

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