The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

"Look at him," the man in the leather coat said. His voice was low, a rasp of dry leaves. "He is shaking. Why is he shaking, Thomas?" I did not answer. I could not. My hands were bound behind my back. The rope bit into my wrists. It was a rough hemp cord, stinking of sweat and old blood. It smelled like the barn where we kept the hay. It smelled like my father’s hands. The room was cold. Stone...

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