The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The air tasted of sulfur and wet iron. It was the taste of the mine. We were deep below the surface, where the light died and the darkness breathed. I held the pickaxe. My hands shook. Not from cold. From hunger. The hunger was a living thing. It had teeth. It bit my ribs. It chewed my will. Thomas looked at me. His eyes were flat. Dead. He did not blink. He did not speak. He just watched. He...

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