The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

You are holding a knife. It is small. A paring knife. The handle is cold. It is ivory. It fits your palm too well. You are in the kitchen. The kitchen is white. It is too white. It smells of lemon oil and fear. Margaret is at the table. She is reading a newspaper. She is wearing her blue dress. The one with the pearls. She does not look up. "Put the knife away, Thomas," she says. Her voice is...

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