The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

I woke with the taste of copper and wet earth on my tongue, the dream still clinging to my skin like a damp sheet. In the dream, the great oak in the courtyard was weeping sap, thick and golden, pooling at the roots until it formed a mirror. I saw my reflection in that golden pool, but it was not my face. It was the face of the man who had ordered the purge. I woke in the cold stone room of the...

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