The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The dust in the valley did not settle; it hovered, a fine, golden silt that coated our lungs and our clothes, making us look less like men and more like statues carved from the earth itself. I walked with Thomas, my younger brother, our boots sinking into the packed dirt of the road that wound up from the river to the town of Oakhaven. We were soldiers, or rather, we had been soldiers, until...

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