The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The sky cracked open not with thunder, but with a sound like a bowl of thin porridge spilling across a table. It was a wet, viscous noise that swallowed the roar of the wind and the screaming of the gulls. Below, the city of Oakhaven did not burn. It froze. The heat that had driven the crops into a premature, sickly ripeness in the weeks prior simply ceased to exist. The steam rising from the...

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