The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The glass breaks. Not shatters. Breaks. Like a bone. You hear it before you see it. A sharp, wet crack. Then the sound of falling. Tinkling. Scattering across the floorboards. You look up. The chandelier is gone. Just dust. And a hole in the ceiling. The room is silent. Your father sits at the head of the table. He is not looking at you. He is looking at the hole. His face is a mask. Smooth....

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