The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The ivy had grown into the cracks of the foundation, a green, suffocating embrace that no one had thought to prune in a decade. Marcus sat on the porch steps, his hands clasped tight in his lap, the knuckles white. He was a man who had spent his life building things, brick by brick, code by code, until the structure was so vast it could crush the individual inside it. Now, he was just another...

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