The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The iron bit was cold. It tasted of rust and old blood. Thomas held the reins tight. His knuckles were white. The horse, a heavy bay named Brutus, stamped in the mud. The mud was black. It slicked the wheels of the cart. They were in the yard. The yard was stone. High walls. No windows. Behind him, in the cart, was the cage. The cage was oak. It was locked. Inside the cage was a boy. The boy...

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