The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The first thing he knew was the smell of wet chalk dust, a fine, white powder that clung to the back of his throat and tasted of silence. He stood in the center of the quadrangle, the damp stone cold against the soles of his boots, while the rest of the watch remained motionless in the shadows of the archway. There was no sound but the faint, rhythmic dripping from the eaves, a metronome...

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