The Golden Myth
The wind did not howl; it screamed, a jagged, continuous sound that tore through the hollows of our bones and turned the breath in my lungs into shards of ice, a violence so absolute and pervasive that it seemed less like a weather phenomenon and more like the angry, sentient judgment of the earth itself, rising up to crush the fragile, foolish structures we had built upon its back. We were...
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