The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain hammers the corrugated tin of the barricade. You are tired. Your bones ache with a deep, structural fatigue that sleep cannot fix. You stand in the dark, holding a rifle that feels heavier than it did this morning. The city around you is a grid of wet concrete and shattered glass. It is a place of noise and hunger. You are a keeper of order in a place that has forgotten what order...

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