The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The fire started in the silo, a sudden, violent exhalation of rust and grain that turned the pale morning sky into a bruised purple. You stood at the edge of the town limits, watching the smoke curl upward like a spirit leaving a body, and felt the weight of the uniform on your shoulders, heavy as wet stone. This was the end, or so the dispatch said, but you knew better. You knew that endings...

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