The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The dream tasted of copper and cold stone. Mara woke with the sensation of a key turning in a lock that wasn’t there, her body heavy as if she were submerged in river silt. She was lying on a rug of woven straw in a room that smelled of damp wood and old blood. The air was thick, viscous, hanging in the low-ceilinged chamber like a second skin. She sat up, her head throbbing with a dull,...

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