The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The can stood in the center of the room. It was a tin of peaches. Golden liquid oozed from a slit in the side. It smelled sweet. It smelled like rot. Elias sat on the floor. His back was against the wall. The concrete was cold. He wore his dress blues. They were pressed. The brass shone. He looked like a statue. He looked like a man who had forgotten to breathe. The door opened. Light spilled...

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