The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

You dream of the loom. It stands in the center of your workshop, a skeleton of oak and iron, silent as a grave. The shuttle is not in your hand. It hangs suspended in the air, trembling with a vibration you can feel in your teeth. You reach for it, but your fingers pass through the wood as if it were smoke. You wake with the taste of rust in your mouth. The morning light in the hall is grey and...

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