The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the house breathed with a damp, heavy sigh that seemed to seep into the marrow of the walls. Thomas sat by the window in the study, his knees drawn up to his chest, watching the gray curtain of water blur the garden into a smear of mud and dying ivy. He was twelve, an age where the world felt both vast and impossibly narrow, and his body felt like a...

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