The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The glass did not break; it dissolved. Eleanor Whitmore stood at the center of the rotunda, her shoes sinking slightly into the floor, which was no longer stone but a thick, viscous gel that pulsed with a faint, amber bioluminescence. Around her, the great hall of the Meridian Institute of Structural Harmony expanded, its walls stretching upward into a darkness that felt less like absence of...

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